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•   AWAKENING    and    INVITING, 

HYMN   I.     CM.     Leeds. 

i  (~\  FOR  a  thoufand  tongues  to  ling 
\-J?  My  dear  Redeemer's  praiie ! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

%  My  gracious  Mafter  and  my  God, 
Affiil  me  to  proclaim, 
To  fpread  through  ail  the  earth  abroad 
The  honours  of  thy  name, 

3  Jefus,  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  forrows  ceafe  : 
3Tis  mufic  in  the  fmner's  ears  ; 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace, 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancell'd  fin, 

He  fets  the  pris'ner  free  ; 
His  b'ood  can  make  the  fouleil  clean  % 
His  blood  avail 'd  for  me. 

5  Look  unto  him,  ye  nations,  own 

Your  God,  ye  fallen  race  ; 
I  -ok,  and  be  fav'd  through  faith  alone^ 
Be  juitify'd  by  grace  ! 


5  .     A\VAKENIN(?> 

6  See  all  your  fins  on  Jefus  laid; 

The  Lamb  of  God  was  flain, 
His  foul  was  once  an  ofF'ring  made 
For  every  foul  of  man. 
*/  With  me,  your  chief,   ye  then  fiiall  know, 
Shall  feci  your  fins  forgiv'n  ; 
Anticipate  your  heav'n  below, 
And  own  that  love  is  heav'n. 

HYMN   IL    Efworth. 

1  /"^GME,  yefmners,  poor  and  needy, 
\^j  Weak  and  wounded,  fick  and  fore, 
Jefu*  ready  ftands  to  fave  you. 

Full  of  pity,  love,  and  pow'r; 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify; 
True  belief,  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  that  brings  ycu  nigh, 

Without  money 
Come  to  Jefus  Chrift  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conference  make  ycu  linger. 

Nor  of  fitnefs  fondly  dream, 
AW  the  fitnefs  he  reqnireth, 
Is  to  fed  your  need  of  him; 

This  he  gives  you, 
'lis  the  Spirit's  gliinm'iing  beam* 

tj.  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden 'd, 
Bruis'd  arkl  mangled  by  the  fall. 
If  you  tarrv  til!  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all : 
Not  the  righteous, 
Sinners  Jefus  came  to  calk 


AND   INVITING. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Maker  proftrate  lies  ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ! 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"  It  is  finifti  *d  !" 
Sinners  will  not  this  fuffice  ? 

6  Lo!    the  incarnate  God  afcending, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  freely, 
Let  no  other  trull  intrude ; 

None  but  Jefus 
Can  do  helplefsiinners  good. 

7  Saints  and  angels  jcin'd  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praifes  of  the  Lamb, 
While  the  blifsful  feats  of  heaven, 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name  ; 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  fame. 

H  Y  M  N  III.    L.  M.  Limitation. 

i    /^GME,  miners,  to  the  gofpel-feaft ; 
\^  Let  every  foul  be  jeiVs  gueft; 
Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind  ; 
For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 

2  Sent  by  my  Lord,  on  you  I  call ; 
The  invitation  is  to  all  : 

Come  all  the  wcrld  ;  come,  (inner,  thou  ! 
All  things  in  Chriit  are  ready  now. 

3  Com*-,  all  ye  fouls  by  fin  cppreft, 
Ye  reliefs  waod'rers  after  reft  ; 

Ye  peer,  and  maim'd,  and  halt,  and  blind, 
In  Chriit  a  heartv  welcome  find. 

A  5. 


8  AWAKENING 

4  My  mefTage  as  from  God,  receive; 
Ye  all  may  come  to  Chrift,  and  live ; 
O  let  his  love  your  hearts  conltrain, 
Nor  fuffer  him  to  die  in  vain  ! 

5  His  lore  is  mighty  to  compel : 
His  conq'ring  love  confent  to  feel; 
Yield  to  his  love's  refiftlefs  power, 
And  fight  againft  your  God  no  more. 

6  See  him  fet  forth  before  your  eyes, 
That  precious,  bleeding  facrifice  ! 
His  orFer'd  benefits  embrace, 

And  {tqzIv  now  be  fav'd  by  grace ! 

7  This  is  the  time  ;  no  more  delay  ! 
This  is  the  acceptable  day  : 
Come  in,  th:s  moment,  at  his  call, 
And  live  for  him  who  dy'd  for  all ! 

HYMN     IV.     Foundery. 
Why  will  j*  du,  O  hou/e  of  IfracU 


Ezek. 


XVlil. 


SINNERS,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  your  Maker,  afks  you  why  ? 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himfeif  to  live  ; 
He  the  fatal  caufe  demands, 
Afks  the  work  of  his  own  hands ; 
Why,  ye  thanklefs  creatures,  why 
V.  ill  ye  crofs  his  love  and  die  ? 

Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,   a&is  you  why? 
God,  who  did  your  fouls  retrieve, 
Dy'd  himfeif,  that  you  might  live. 


AND    INVITING. 

Will  you  ht  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 
Why,  ye  ranfom'd  iinners,  why 
Will  you  flight  his  grace,  and  die  ? 

-3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God  the  Spirit  afks  you  whv  ? 
He,  who  all  your  lives  hath  ftrove, 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love  ; 
Will  you  not  the  grace  receive  ? 
Will  you  ilill  refufe  to  live  ? 
Why,  ye  long-fought  iinners,  why 
Will  you  grieve  your  God,  and  die  .? 

4  Dead,  already  dead  within, 
Spiritually  dead  in  fin, 
Dead  to  God,  while  here  you  breathe., 
Pant  you  after  fecond  death  ? 
Will  you  itill  in  fin  remain, 
Greedy  of  eternal  pain  ? 
O  ye  dying  iinners,  why, 
Why  will  you  for  ever  die  ? 

HYMN    V.    L.  M,   Invitation. 

i    QIMNERS,  obey  the  gofpel  word  I 
k_*   Hafte  to  the  fupper  of  my  Lord ; 
Ee  wife  to  know  your  gracious  day  ! 
All  things  are  ready  ;  come  away. 

2  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own, 
And  kiis  his  late-returning  fon  ; 
Ready  your  loving  Saviour  Hands, 
And  fpreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

3  Ready  the  Spirit  of  his  love, 
Juft  now  tim  ftonv  to  remove ; 

'     A. 9 


io  AWAKENING    ' 

T'  apply,  and  witnefs  with  the  blood, 
And  wafh,  and  feai  the  fons  of  God* 

4  Ready  for  you,  the  angels  wait, 
To  triumph  in  your  bleft  eftate; 
Tuning  their  harps,  they  long  to  praife 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

5  The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
Are  ready  with  their  mining  hoft: 
Aii  heav'n  is  ready  to  refonnd, 

"  The  Bead's  alive  !  the  Loft  is  found.'1 

6  Come  then,  ye  finners,  to  your  Lord, 
In  Chriii-  to  paradife  refior'd : 

His  proffer  c  benefits  embrace, 
The  plenitude  of  gofpel-grace. 

HYMN    VI.    Fetter-Lane. 

i    "OEHOl  D  the  Saviour  oi  mankind 
-O  Naii'd  to  the  mameful  tree  ; 
Hew  vail  the  love  that  him  inclin'd 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee! 

2  Hark,  how  lie  groans !  while  nature  makes, 

And  earth's  ftfong  pillars  bend! 
The  temple's  ^eii  in  funder  breaks, 
The  folid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tisdone!  the  precious  ranfpm's  paid, 

"  Receive  my  foul,"  he  cries! 

See,  where  he  bows  his  tiered  head  ! 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies. 

4  But  foon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain, 

And  in  full  glory  fnine; 
O  Lamb  of  God  !  was  ever  pain. 
Vac  ever  love  like  thine  ! 


AND   INVITING.  n 

HYMN    VII.     Weljh. 

I   f~*\  Love  divine !  what  haft  thou  done  ! 
\^J  Th'  immortal  God  hath  dy'd  for  me  ! 
The  Father's  co-eternal  Son 

Bore  all  my  fins  upon  the  tree : 
Th/  immortal  God  for  me  hath  dy'd; 
My  Lord,  my  Love  is  crucify 'd. 

2.  Behold  him,  all  ye  that  pafs  by, 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  life  and  peace! 
Come  fee,  ye  yvorms,  your  Maker  die, 

And  fay,  was  ever  grief  like  his  ! 
Come  feel  with  me  his  blood  apply 'd  ; 
My  Lord,  my  Love  is  crucify^.     . 

3  Is  crucify'd  for  me  and  you, 

To  bring  us  rebels  back  to  God  ; 
Eelieve,  believe  the  record  true, 

Ye  all  are  bought  with  jeiVs  blood  ' 
Pardon  for  all  flows  from  his  fide  ; 
My  Lord,  my  Love  is  crucify 'a. 

4  Then  let  us  fit  beneath  his  crofs, 

And  gladly  catch  the  healing  frreamj 
All  things  for  him  account  but  lofs, 

And  give  up  all  our  hearts  to  him ; 
Of  nothing  think  or  fpeak  befide, 
My  Lord,  my  Love  is  crucify'd. 

KYMN    VIII.    CM. 

J   rT"lHEE  we  adore,  eternal  n?.me, 
X      And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  we  be  ! 


i2  AWAKENING 

2  Our  wafting  lives  grow  (hotter  ftill, 

As  days  and  months  increafc  ; 
And  ev'ry  beating  pulfe  we  tell, 
Leaves  but  the  number  lefs. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  ilea's  away 

The  breath  that  firit  it  gave : 

Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 

We're  travelling  to  the  grave. 

4  Bangers  ftand  thick  through  all  the  ground, 

To  p u ill  us  to  the  tomb; 
And  fierce  difeafes  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Great  God  !  on  what  a  fiender  thread 

Hang  everlafling  things! 
Th'  eternal  ftates  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  firings  ! 

6  Infinite  joy,  or  endlefs  woe, 

Depends  on  ev'ry  breach  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcern 'd  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 

k  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowfy  fenfe, 
To  walk  this  dang'rous  road  ; 
And   if  our  fouls  aie  hurry 'd  hence, 
May  they  be  found  with  God ! 

HYMN    IX.    CM. 

i   T  X  THEN  rifing  from  the  bed  of  deaths 
V  V     G'erwhelm'd  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  view  my  Maker  face  to  face, 
O  how  fhall  I  appear ! 

2  If  yet  while  pardon  may  be  foud. 
And  mercy  may  be  fought; 


AND  INVITING.  ij 

My  foul'with  inward  horror  fhrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought ! 

3  When  thou,  O  Lord,  llialt  Hand  difclos'd 

In  majefty  fevere,  , 

And  fit  in  judgment  on  my  foul, 
O  how  mall  I  appear  !  /    i 

4  O  may  my  broken  contrite  heart 

HI  imely  my  fins  lament, 
And  earlv  with  repentant  tears 
Eternal  woe  prevent. 

5  Behold  the  fcrrows  of  my  heart, 

Ere  yet  it  be  too  Jate  ; 
And  hear  my  Saviour's  dying  groan, 
To  give  thofe  forrows  weight. 

6  For  never  fnali  my  foul  defpair 

Her  pardon  to  fecure, 
Who  knows  thy  only  Son  hath  dy'd 
To  make  that  pardon  fure. 

HYMN    X.     S.  M. 

to  die  ? 
body  down  ? 
Ana  muft  my  trembling  fpirit  fly 
Into  a  world  unknown  ! 

A  land  of  deepefc  ihade, 
Unpierc'd  by  human  thought ! 
The  drearv  regions  cf  the  dtndj 
srS  all  things  are  forgot. 

Soon  as  from  earth  1  go, 
What  will  become  of  me  ? 
Eternal  happineis  or  woe 
Muft  then  my  portion  be  ? 


ANu  am  I  born 
To  lav  this  b 


*4  AWAKENING 

Wak'd  by  the  trumpet's  found, 
I  from  my  grave  muft  rife, 
And  fee  the  judge  with  glory  crown'd, 
And  fee  the  flaming  fides! 

3  How  mail  I  leave  my  tomb  ! 
With  triumph  or  regret  ? 

A  fearful  or  a  joyful  doom, 

A  curfe  or  bleffmg  meet  ? 

Will  angel-bands  convey 

Their  Brother  to  the  bar  r 
Or  de  ils  drag  my  foul  away 

To  meet  its  fentence  there  r 

4  Who  can  refolve  the  doubt 
That  tears  my  anxious  bread? 

Shall  I  be  with  the  damn'd  caft  out, 
Or  nniru  er'd  with  the  Heft  ? 
I  muft  from  God  be  driv'n, 
Or  with  my  Saviour  dwell : 

Mult  come  at  his  command  to  heav'n, 
Or  elfe  depart  to  heli. 

5  O  thou  that  wouldfl  not  ha\je 
One  wretched  finner  c.le, 

Who  dy'dft  thyfelf,  my  foul  to  fave 

Frcm  endiefs  rhifery ! 

Shew  me  the  way  to  {"ban 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  fevere, 
That  when  thou  comefv  on  thy  throne 

I  may  with  joy  app:ar. 

6  Thou  art  thyfelf  the  way, 
Thyfelf  in  me  reveal : 

So  (hall  I  fpend  ciy  life's  fhort  day 
Obedient  to  thy  will; 


AND  INVITING.  15 

So  (hall  I  love  my  God, 
Becaufe  he  firft  lov'd  me, 
And  praife  thee  in  thy  bright  abode, 
To  all  eternity. 


HYMN     XI.    SntnvfiJdh. 

1  A    ND  am  I  only  born  to  die  ? 
JTjL   And  muft  I  iuddenly  comply 

With  nature's  ftem  decree  ? 
What  afrer  death  for  me  remains  ? 
Celeftial  joys,  or  hellifn  pains, 

To  all  eternity. 

2  How  then  ought  I  on  earth  to  live, 
While  God  prolongs  the  kind  reprieve, 

And  props  the  houfe  of  clay ; 
My  fole  concern,  my  fingle  care, 
To  watch  and  tremble,  and  prepare 

Againft  that  fatal  day  ! 

2  No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here, 
For  worldly  hope,  or  worldly  fear, 

If  life  fo  foon  is  gone; 
If  now  the  Judge  is  at  the  door, 
And  all  mankind  muft  ftand  before 

Th'  inexorable  throne ! 

4  No  matter  which  my  thoughts  employ* 
A  moment's  mifery  or  joy ; 

But  oh  !  when  both  (hall  end, 
Where  mall  I  find  my  deflin'd  place.. 
Shall  I  my  everlafting  days 

With  fiends  or  angels  fpend  ? 


i6  AWAKENING 

5  Nothing  is  v/orth  a  thought  beneath, 
But  how  I  may  efcape  the  death 

That  never,  never  dies ! 
How  make  my  own  election  fure, 
And,  when  I  fail  on  earth,  fecure 

A  manfion  in  the  ikies. 

6  Jefus,  vouchfafe  a  pitying  ray, 

£e  thou  my  guide,  be  thou  my  way 

To  glorious  happinefg ! 
Ah  !  write  the  pardon  on  my  heart, 
And  whenfo'er  I  hence  depart, 

Let  me  depart  in  peace. 

HYMN    XII.    S.M. 

1  r  I  TIOU  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 

JL     Eefore  whofe  bar  fevere, 
With  holy  joy,  or  guilty  dread, 

We  all  fhall  foon  appear  ; 

Our  caution'd  fouls  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day, 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 

And  (lir  us  up  to  pray  : 

2  To  pray  and  wait  the  hour, 
That  awful  hour  unknown, 

When  rob'd  in  majefty  and  pow'r 

Thou  {halt  from  heav'n  comedown; 

Th'  immortal  Son  of  Man, 

To  judge  the  human  race, 
With  all  thy  Father's  dazzling  train. 

With  all  thy  glorious  grace. 

3  To  damp  our  earthly  joys, 

T'  increafe  our  gracious  fears. 


AND  INVITING.  17 

For  ever  let  th'  archangel's  voice, 

Be  founding  in  our  ears; 

The  folemn  midnight  cry, 

*'  Ye  dead,  the  Judge  is  come, 
"  Arife,  and  meet  him  in  the  fky, 

"  And  meet  your  inftant  doom  !*' 

4       O  may  we  thus  be  found 

Obedient  to  his  word, 
Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  found. 

And  looking  for  our  Lord ! 

O  may  we  thus  enfure 

A  lot  among  the  bleft, 
And  watch  a  moment  to  fecure 

An  everlafting  reft ! 

HYMN    XIII.    L.  M. 

1  TTE  comes!  he  comes!  the  Judge  feverej 
XJL  The  feventh  trumpet  fpeaks  him  near. 
His  lightnings  flaih,  his  thunders  roll  j 
How  welcome  to  the  faithful  foul ! 

2  From  heav'n  angelic  voices  found, 
See  the  almighty  Jefus  crown'd ! 
Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace, 
And  glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face. 

3  Defcending  on  his  azure  throne, 

He  claims  the  kingdoms  for  his  own; 
The  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word, 
Aad  hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord. 

Shout  all  the  people  of  the  Iky, 
And  all  the  faints  of  the  Moll  High; 
Our  Lord,  who  now  his  right  obtains* 
For  ever  and  for  ever  reigns. 


?8  AWAKENING 

HYMN    XIV.    E/wortM 

x    1 '    O!  he  comes  with  clouds  defcendingj 
JLi  Qnce  for  favour 'd  finners  flain  ! 
Thoufand,  thoufand  faints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train. 

Hallelujah  ! 
God  appears  with  man  to  reign. 

2  Ev'ry  eye  (hall  now  behold  him. 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majefty ; 
Thofe  who  fet  at  nought  and  fold  him, 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Meffiah  jfce. 

3  The  dear  tokens  of  his  pafiion 

Still  his  dazzling  body  bears  : 
Caufe  of  endlefs  exultation 
To  his  ranfom'd  worfhippers: 

With  what  rapture 
Gaze  we  on  thofe  glorious  fears ! 

4  Yea !  Amen !  let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne ! 
Saviour,  take  the  pow'r  and  glory, 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own; 

J  ah!  Jehovah  ! 
Everlafting  God,  come  down. 

HYMN     XV.    Trumpet-tune. 
i       T>  LOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
J3  The  gladly  folernn  found, 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remoter!  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home. 


AND  INVITING. 

2  Jefus,  or.r  great  High  Pried, 

Hath  full  atonement  made; 
Ye  weary  fpirits  reft, 

Ye  mournful  fouls  be  glad  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
.  Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home* 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  all-atoning  Lamb; 
Redemption  in  his  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  turners,  home. 

4  Ye  flaves  of  fin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  fate  in  jefus  dwell, 

And  bleft  in  Jefus  live. 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finner*,  home* 

5  Ye  who  have  fold  for  nought 

Your  heritage  above, 
Shall  have  it  back  unboughr, 
The  gift  of  jefu's  love. 
gj.h^year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
^etffrff,  ye  ranfom'd  fmners,  home, 

6  The  goipel- trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heav'nly  grace, 
And  fav'd  from  earth  appear 
Before  your  Saviour's  face. 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ;< 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home. 


2o  AWAKENING 

HYMN    XVI.    C.  M. 

i   nPERRIBLE  thought !  ffiali  1  alone, 

JL     Who  may  be  fav'd,  fhaU  I, 
Of  all,  alas !   whom  I  have  known, 
Through  fin  for  ever  die  r 

2  While  all  my  old  companions  dear, 
With  whom  I  once  did  live, 
Joyful  at  God's  right-hand  appear, 
A  blefiing  to  receive. 

5  Shall  I  amidft  a  ghaftly  band, 
Dragg'd  to  the  judgment-feat, 
Far  on  the  left,  with  horror  itand, 
My  fearful  doom  to  meet  ? 

4  While  they  enjoy  their  Saviour's  love, 
Muft  I  in  torments  dwell  ? 
And  howl  (while  they  ling  hymns  above) 
And  blow  the  flames  of  hell. 


5   Ah  .'  no;  I  Mill  may  turn  and  live, 
For  ftill  his  wrath  delays; 
He  now  vouchsafes  a  kind  reprieve, 
.    And  offers  me  his  grace, 

0  I  will  accept  his  offers  now,  4}  i  A 

From  every  fin  depart,  "^  * ^9 
Perform  my  oft  repeated  vow, 
And  render  him  myheai  t. 

7  I  will  improve  what  I  receive, 

The  grace  through  Jefus  given; 
Sure  if  with  God  on  earth  I  J;ve, 
To  live  vvith  God  in  heaven. 


AND  1JN  VI  1  LMU.  21 

H  YMN   XVII.     Wood's. 

i   HT^HOU  God  of  glorious  majeily, 
X     To  thee,  againft  myfelf,  to  thee, 
A  worm  of  earth,  I  cry  ; 
A  half-awaken'd  child  of  man, 
An  heir  of  endlefs  blifs  or  pain, 
A  finner  born  to  die  ! 

2  Lo !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  feas  I  Hand 

.Secure,  infenfible; 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  fpace, 
Removes  me  to  that  heav'nly  place, 
Or  fhuts  me  up  in  hell. 

3  O  God,  mine  inmoft  foul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  imprefs ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  folemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteoufriefs. 

4  Before  me  place  in  dread  array 
The  pomp  of  that  tremen.Jeffcs  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  (halt  come 
To  judge  the  nations    atthy  bar; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  mail  I  be  there 

tmeefr  a  joyful  doom  ? 
i  ray  one  great  bus'nefs  here, 
With  ferious  induitry  and  fear 

Eternal  blifs  t'enfure; 
Thine  utmoft  counfel  to  fulfil, 
And  fufFer  all  thy  righteous  will, 
And  to  the  end  endure. 


22  PENITENTIAL, 

6  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  foul  receive 
Tranfported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

Arid  reign  with  thee  above; 
Where  faith  is  fweetly  loft  in  light, 
And  hope  in  full,  fupreme  delight, 
And  everlafting  love. 


PENITENTIAL. 

HYMN    XVIII.     Mourner's. 

i   TTVYTHER  of  Lights,  from  whom  proceeds 
A.     Whate'er  thy  ev'ry  creature  needs, 
"VMiofe  goodnefs,  providently  nigh, 
Feeds  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry  ; 
To  thee  I  look,  my  heart  prepare, 
Suggeft,  and  hearken  to  my  pray'r. 

2  Since  by  thy  light  myfeif  I  fee 
Naked,  and  poor,  and  void  of  thee; 

v  Thy  eyes  muft  all  my  thoughts  furvey, 
Preventing  what  my  lips  would  fay; 
Thou  feeit  my  wants,  for  help  they  call, 
And  ere  I  fpeak  thou  know'ft  them  all. 

3  Thou  know'ft  the  bafenefs  of  my  mind, 
Wayward,  and  impotent,  and  blind: 
Thou  know'it  how  unfubdu'd  my  w'ijj^ 
Averfe  to  good,  and  prone  to  ill;     y 
Thou  kpow'il  bow  wide  my  paSons  rove, 
Nor  check'd  by  fear,  nor  charm'd  by  love, 

4  Fain  would  I  know  as  known  by  thee, 
And  feel  the  indigence  I  fee ; 

Fain  would  1  all  my  vilenefs  own, 
And  deep  beneath  the  burden  groan; 


PENITENTIAL.  z3 

Abhor  the  pride  that  lurks  within, 

Deteft  and  loath  myfelf  and  fin. 

Ah !  give  me,  Lord,  myfeif  to  feel, 

My  total  mifery  reveal; 

Ah  !  give  me,  Lord,  (I  {till  would  fay) 

A  heart  to  mourn,  a  heart  to  pray ; 

My  bufinefs  this,  my  only  care, 

My  life,  my  ev.'ry  breath  be  pray'r. 

HYMN    XIX.    S.  M. 

OTH  AT  I  could  repent ! 
O  that  I  could  believe ! 
Thou,  by  thy  voice,  the  marble  rent, 

The  rock  in  funder  cleave  ! 

Thou  by  the  two-edg'd  fword, 

My  foul  and  •fpirit  part, 
Strike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  word 

And  break  my  ftubbom  heart. 

Saviour,  and  Prince  of  Peace, 

The  double  grace  bellow, 
Unloofe  the  bands  of  wickednefs, 

And  let  the  captive  go  : 

Grant  me  my  fins  to  feel, 

And  then  the  load  remove; 
Wound,  and  pour  in,  my  wounds  to  heal, 

The  balm  of  pard'ning  love. 

For  thy  own  mercy's  fake 

The  cuffed  thing  remove, 
And  into  thy  protection  take  _.^ 

The  pris'ner  of  thy  love; 

In  ev'ry  trying  hoar    • 

Stand  by  my  feeble  foul, 
And  ficreen  me  from  my  nature's  pow'r, 

Till  thou  haft  made  me  whole, 
B 


*t  PENITENTIAL. 

4       This  is  thy  will,  I  know, 
^  That  I  fnotild  holy  be, 
Should  let  my  fins  this  moment  go, 

This  moment  turn  to  thee  i 

O  might  I  now  embrace 

Thy  all-fufikient  pow'r, 
And  never  more  to  fin  give  place. 

And  never  grieve  thee  more. 

HYMN     XX.     Caltary* 
i    TESU,  let  thy  pitying  eye1 
%  J      Call  back  a  wand'ring  fheep  ; 
Falfe  to  thee,  like  Peter,  I 

Would  fain  like  Peter  weep : 
Let  me  be  by  grace  reftcr'd, 

On  me  be  all  long-fufFring  fhownj 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  done. 

2  Saviour,  Prince  enthron'd  above, 

Pvepentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  ttirough  thy  dying  love, 

The  humble,  contrite  heart : 
Give  what  I  have  long  implor'd, 

A  portion  of  thy  grief  unknown ; 
Twn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord,* 

Arid  break  my  heart  of  ftone. 

3  For  thine  own  companion's  fake 

The  gracious  wonder  fhow  I 
Gaft  my  fins  behind  thy  back, 

And  wafh  me  white  as  fnow  : 
If  thy  bowels  now  are  ftirr'd, 

If  I  now  myfelf  bemoan, 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  ftone. 


fENITENTIAL.  zg 

4  See  me,  Saviour,  from  above^ 

Nor  fuffer  me  to  die  ! 
Life,  and  happinefs,  and  love, 

Drop  from  thy  gracious  eye; 
Speak  the  reconciling  word, 

And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down ; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  ilone. 
j;  Look,  as  when  thine  eye  purfu'd 

The  firft  apellate  man, 
Saw  him  welt'ring  in  his  bloo<j* 

And  bade  him  rile  again  ; 
Speak  my  paradife  reitor'd, 

Redeem  me  by  thy  grace  alone : 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  ftone, 
$  Look,  as  when  thy  languid  eye 

Was  clos'd  that  we  might  live  ; 
"  Father,"  (at  the  point  to  die, 

My  Saviour  gafp'd)  "  forgive  I" 
Surely  with  that  dying  word, 

He  turns  and  looks,  and  cries,  "  'tis  done  ¥* 

0  my  bleeding,  loving  Lord, 
Thou  break'ft  my  heart  of  ftone* 

HYMN    XXI, 
j    T    ET  the  world  their  virtue  boaft, 
jL_j     Their  works  of  right'oufnefs  ; 
lt  a  wretch,  undone  and  loft, 
Am  freely  fav'd  by  grace; 
Other  tide  I  difekim, 

This,  only  this,  4s  all  my  plea, 

1  the  chief  of  finners  am, 

But  Jefus  dy'd  for  me  I 
?  % 


26  PENITENTIAL. 

2  Kappy  they  whofe  jovs  abound 

Like  Jordan's  fwelling  flream, 
Who  their  heav'n  in  Chrift  have  found, 

And  give  the  praife  to  him  ; 
Let  them  triumph  in  his  name, 

Enjoy  their  full  felicity  ; 
I  the  chief  of  tinners  am, 

But  Jefus  dy'd  for  me ! 

3  Bleft  are  they,  entirely  bleft, 

Who  can  in  him  rejoice, 
Lean  on  his  beloved  breaft, 

And  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice  ; 
Meaneft  follower  of  the  Lamb, 

His  fteps  I  at  a  diftance  fee; 
I  the  chief  of  lmners  am, 

But  Jefus  dy'd  for  me  ! 

4  Jefus,  thou  for  me  haft  dy'd, 

And  thou  in  me  (halt  live  ; 
I  fhall  feel  thy  death  apply'd, 

I  fhall  thy  life  receive  ; 
To  bring  fire  on  earth  thou  came, 

O  that  it  now  may  kindled  be  ! 
I  the  chief  of  finners  am, 

But  Jefus  dy'd  for  me  ! 

HYMN    XXII.    CM. 

i  T  7£  7ITH  gloripus  clouds  encompaft  round, 
V  V       W  horn  angels  dimly  fee, 
Will  the  Unfearcliable  be  found, 
Or  God  appear  to  me  ? 
2  Will  he  forfake  his  throne  above, 
Himfelf  to  worms  impart  ? 
Anfwer,  thou  Man  of  Grief  and  Love, 
And  fpeak  it  to  my  heart. 


PENITENTIAL. 

3  In  manifefted  love  explain 

Thy  wonderful  defign  ; 
What  meant  the  fufFring  Son  of  man  ? 
The  dreaming  blood  divine  ? 

4  Didft  thou  not  in  our  fiefh  appear, 

And  live  and  die  below, 
That  I  may  now  perceive  thee  near, 
And  my  Redeemer  know  ? 

5  Come  then,  and  to  my  foul  reveal 

The  heights  and  depths  of  grace, 
The  wounds  which  all  ray  forrows  heal, 
That  dear  distigur'd  face. 

6  Before  my  eyes  of  faith  confefs'd. 

Stand  forth  a  flaughter'd  Lamb  ; 
And  wrap  me  in  thy  crimfon  veil, 
And  tell  me  all  thy  name. 

7  Jehovah  in  thy  perfon  fhow, 

Jehovah  crucify'd ! 
And  then  the  pard'ning  God  I  know, 
And  feel  the  biood  apply'd. 

8  I  view  the  Lamb  in  his  own  light, 

Whom  angels  dimly  fee  ; 
And  gaze,  tranfported  at  the  fight, 
To  all  eternity. 

HYMN     XXIII,     Mourner's. 

j    TESU,  if  ftill  the  fame  thou  art, 
Jj      If  all  thy  promifes  are  fure, 
bet  up  thy  kingdom  in  my  heart, 

And  make  me  rich,  for  I  am  poor  : 
To  mc  be  all  thy  treafures  giv'n, 

The  kingdom  of  an  inwaid  heavJH.. 

*3 


i%  PENITENTIAL. 

2  Thou  haft  pronounc'd  the  mourners  bleft, 

And  lo!  for  thee  I  ever  mourn  : 
I  cannot,  no,  I  will  not  reft, 

Till  thou  my  only  reft  return  ; 
Till  thou,  the  Prince  of  Peace,  appears 
And  I  receive  the  Comforter. 

3  Where  is  the  bleflfednefs  beftow'd 

On  all  that  hunger  after  thee  ? 
I  hunger  now,  I  third  for  God ! 

See,  the  poor  fainting  finner  fee, 
And  fatisfy  with  endlefs  peace, 
And  rill  me  with  thy  right'oufnefs. 

4  Ah,  Lord  !  if  thou  art  in  that  figh, 

Then  hear  thyfelf  within  me  pray ; 
Hear  in  my  heart  thy  Spirit's  cry, 

Mark  what  my  lab'ring  foul  would  fay  % 
Anfwer  the  deep  unutter'd  groan, 
And  (hew  that  thou  and  I  are  one. 

5  Shine  on  thy  work,  difperfe  the  gloom, 

Light  in  thy  light  I  th^n  fhall  fee; 
Say  to  my  foul,  "  Thy  light  is  come, 

'■  Glory  divine  is  rifen  on  thee: 
f<  Thv  warfare's  paft,  thy  mourning's  o'er  : 
"  Look  up,  for  thou  fhalt  weep  no  more." 

6  Lord,  I  believe  the  prr»mife  fure, 

And  trufl  thou  wilt  not  long  delay; 
Hungry,  ancl  forrowful,  and  poor, 

Upon  thy  word  myfelf  I  ftay  : 
Into  thine  hands  my  all  refign, 
And  wait  till  all  thou  art  is  mine. 


PENITENTIAL.  z9 

HYMN    XXIV.    CM. 

I    JESUS,  if  ftill  thou  art  to-day 
As  yefterday  the  fame, 
Prefent  to  heal,  in  me  difplay 
The  virtue  of  thy  name. 

Z  If  ftill  thou  go 'ft  about  to  do 
Thy  needy  creatures  good, 
On  me,  that  I  thy  praife  may  mew, 
Be  all  thy  wonders  (hew'd. 

3  Now,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  call, 

Thy  miracles  repeat; 
With  pitying  eyes  behold  me  fall 
A  leper  at  thy  feet. 

4  Loathfome,  and  foul,  and  felf-abhorr'd, 

I  fink  beneath  my  fin  ; 
But  if  thou  wilt,  a  gracious  word 
Of  thine  can  make  me  clean, 

5  Thou  feeft  me  deaf  to  thy  commands, 

Open,  O  Lord,  my  ear  ; 
Bid  me  ftretch  out  my  wither'd  hands, 
And  lift  them  up  in  pray'r. 

6  Silent,  (alas  !  thou  know'ft  how  long) 

My  vpice  I  cannot  raife  ; 
But  O  !  when  thou  malt  loofe  my  tongue, 
The  dumb  mall  fing  thy  praife. 

7  Lame  at  the  pool  I  ftill  am  found  : 

Give,  and  my  ftrength  employ ; 
Light  as  a  hart  1  then  (hall  bound, 
The  iame  mail  leap  for  joy. 

8  Blind  from  my  birth  to  guilt  and  thee, 

And  dark  I  am  within ; 


$s  PENITENTIAL, 

The  love  of  God  I  cannot  fee, 
The  fiafulaefs  of  fin, 

<9  But  thou,  they  fay,  art  pafTing  by, 
O  let  me  find  thee  near ; 
Jefus,  in  mercy,  hear  my  cry, 
Thou  Son  of  David  hear. 

io  Long  have  I  waited  in  the  way 
For  thee  the  heav'niy  light ; 
Command  me  to  be  brought,  and  fay*, 
Sinner  receive  thy  fight. 

HYMN     XXV.     Foundery. 

1  T  ESU,  lover  of  my  foul, 

J      Let  me  to  thy  bofoin  fly, 

While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 
While  the  tempeft  ftill  is  high  ; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  ftorm  of  life  is  pail ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

O  receive  my  foul  at  laft  ! 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helplefs  foul  on  thee ; 
Leave,  ah!  leave  me  not  abne, 
Still  fupport  and  comfort  me  : 
All  my  truft  on  thee  is  ftay'd, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring, 
Cover  my  defencelefs  head 
With  the  ihadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Chrift,  art  all  I  want, 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find ; 
Pvaife  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
Heal  the  fiek,  a»d  lead  the  blind : 


PENITENTIAL.  3* 

Juft  and  holy  is  thy  name  ; 

I  am  all  unrighteoufnefs ; 
Falfe,  and  full  of  fin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  fin  : 
Let  the  healing  ftreams  abound  ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 

.Rife  to  all  eternity. 

.   HYMN    XXVI.    Chapel 

OLOVE  divine,  how  fweet  thou  art ! 
When  (hall  I  find  my  willing  heart 
All  taken  up  by  thee  ? 
I  thirft,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatnefs  of  redeeming  love, 
The  love  of  Chrift  to  me ! 

Stronger  his  love  than  death  or  hell  ; 
Its  riches  are  unfearchable  : 

The  firft-born  fons  of  light 
Beiire  in  vain  its  depths  to  fee ;     . 
They  cannot  reach  the  myftery, 

The  length,  and  breadth,  and  height. 

God  only  knows  the  love  of  God  ; 
O  that  it  now  were  died  abroad 

In  this  poor  ftony  heart ! 
For  love  I  figh,  for  love  I  pine ; 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine  ! 

Be  mine  this  better  part  I 


$z  PENITENTIAL. 

4.  O  that  I  could  for  ever  fit 

With  Mary  at  the  Mailer's  feet  f 

Be  this  my  happy  choice  : 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  blifs, 
My  joy,  my  heav'n  on  earth  be  this, 
To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice! 

$  O  that  I  could,  with  favour'd  John, 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  breaft  ! 
From  care,  and  fin,  and  forrow  free, 
Give  me,  O  Lord,  to  find  in  thee 

My  everlafting  reft ! 

HYMN    XXVII.    S.M. 

$  A   H  !  whither  mould  I  go, 

JTjL     Burden'd,  and  fick,  and  faint  ? 
To  whom  mould  1  my  trouble  mow, 
And  pour  out  my  complaint  ? 
My  Saviour  bids  me  come, 
Ah  i  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  firmer  home. 
And  yet  from  him  I  ftay. 

f,      What  is  it  keeps  me  back, 

From  which  I  cannot  part  ? 
Which  will  not  let  my  Saviour  take 
Pofieflion  of  my  heart  ? 
Some  curfed  thing  unknown 
Muft  furely  lurk  within  \ 
Some  idol,  which  I  will  not  own, 
Some  fecret  bofom-fin. 

3       Jefu,  the  hindrance  fhow, 

Which  1  have  fear'd  to  fee  $ 


PENITENTIAL.  ; 

Yet  let  me  now  confent  to  know 
What  keeps  me  out  of  thee. 
Searcher  of  hearts,  in  mine 
Thy  trying  pow'r  difplay  j 
Into  its  darkeft  corners  fhine, 
And  take  the  veil  away. 
I  noyv  believe,  in  thee 
Companion  reigns  alone; 
According  to  my  faith,  to  me 
O  let  it,  Lord;  be  done ! 
In  me  is  all  the  bar, 

Which  thou  would'ft  fain  remove  5 
Remove  it,  and  I  (hall  declare, 
That  God  is  only  love. 

HYMN    XXVIII.     uithPfalfa 

FATHER  of  Jefus  Chrift  the  juft. 
My  Friend  and  Advocate  with  thee^ 
Pity  a  foul  that  fain  would  trull 

In  him  who  liv'd  and  dy'd  for  me; 
But  only  thou  can'ft  make  him  knows, 

And  in  my  heart  reveal  thy  Son. 
If,  drawn  by  thine  alluring  grace, 

My  want  of  living  faith  1  feel, 
Show  me  in  Chrift  thy  fmiling  face, 

What  flefh  and  blood  can  ne'er  reveal  5 
Thy  co-eternal  Son  difplay, 
And  call  my  darknefs  into  day. 
The  gift  unfpeakable  impart ; 

Command  the  light  of  faith  to  mine  1 
To  fhine  in  my  dark,  drooping  heart, 

And  fill  me  with  the  life  divine  : 
Now  bid  the  new  creation  be ! 
O  God,  let  there  be  faith  in  me. 


34  PENITENTIAL. 

HYMN    XXIX.     Paffim. 

i       f~\  JESUS  my  hope, 

V^/   For  me  oiFer'd  up,  , 
Who  with  clamour  purfu'd  thee  to  Calvary's  top: 

The  blood  thou  halt  Ihed, 

For  me  let  it  plead, 
And  declare  thou  haft  dy 'd  in  thy  murderer's  ftead. 

2  Now,  now  let  me  know 
Its  virtue  below ; 

Let  it  warn  me,  and  I  mall  be  whiter  than  fnow» 

Let  it  hallow  my  heart, 

And  throughly  convert, 
And  make  me,  O  Lord,  in  the  world  as  thou  art. 

3  Each  moment  apply 'd, 
My  weaknefs  to  hide, 

Thy  blood  be  upon  me,  and  always  abide  : 

Mv  advocate  prove 

With  the  Father  above, 
And  fpeak  me  at  laft  to  the  throne  of  thy  love. 

HYMN     XXX.     Shepherd  of  Ifrael 

i    /"^OME,  holy  celeftial  Dove, 
V.^     To  vifit  a  forrowful  bread, 
My  burthen  of  guilt  to  remove, 

And  bring  me  affu ranee  and  reft  : 
Thou  only  haft  pow'r  to  relieve 

A  finner  o'er.vhelm'd  with  his  load  : 
The  fenfe  of  acceptance  to  give, 

And  fprinkle  his  heart  with  thy  blood. 


PENITENTIAL.  j; 

With  me  if  cf  old  thou  haft  ftrove, 

And  ftrangely  with-held  from  my  fin, 
And  try'd,  by  the  lure  of  thy  love, 

My  worthlcfs  affections  to  win  : 
The  work  of  thy  mercy  revive; 

Thy  uttermoft  mercy  exert ; 
And  kindly  continue  to  ftrive, 

And  hold  till  I  yield  thee  my  heart. 

Thy  call  if  I  ever  have  known, 

And  figh'd  from  mvfelf  to  get  free  ; 
And  groan'd  the  linfpeakable  groan, 

And  long'd  to  be  happy  in  thee  : 
Fulfil  the  imperfect  defire, 

Thy  peace  to  my  confcience  reveal, 
The  fenfe  of  thy  favour  infpire, 

And  give  me  my  pardon  to  feel ! 

If  when  I  had  put  thee  to  grief, 

And  madly  to  folly  return 'd, 
Thy  pity  hath  been  my  relief, 

And  lifted  me  up  as  I  mourn'd : 
Moil  pityful  Spirit  of  grace, 

Relieve  me  again,  and  reftore; 
My  fpirit  in  holinefs  raife, 

To  fall  and  to  fuffer  no  more. 

If  now  I  lament  after  God, 

And  gafp  for  a  drop  of  thy  love, 
If  Jefns  hath  bought  thee  with  blood 

For  me  to  receive  from  above  : 
Come,  heavenly  Comforter,  come, 

True  witnefs  of  mercy  divine, 
And  make  me  thy  permanent  home, 

And  feal  me  eternally  thine  I 

C 


36  PENITENTIAL 

HYMN    XXXI.    L.M. 

i    QTAY,  thou  infulted  Spirit,  ftay, 

0  Tho'  I  have  dene  thee  fuch  defpite  : 
Nor  caft  the  firmer  quite  away, 

Nor  take  thine  ever  Jailing  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  moft  unfaithful  been, 

Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  receiv'd, 
Ten  thoufand  times  thy  goodnefs  feen, 
Ten  thoufand  times  thy  goodnefs  griev'd. 

3  Yet,  O  !  the  chief  of  finners  fpare, 

In  honour  of  my  great  High  Prieft, 
Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  (wear 
T'  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  reft. 

4  If  yet  thou  canft  my  fins  forgive* 

From  now,  O  Lord,  relieve  my  woes ; 
Into  thv  reft  of  love  receive, 

And  bids  me  with  the  calm  repofe. 

$  From  now  my  weary  foul  releafe, 

Up-raife  me  with  thy  gracious  hand, 
And  guide  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
Ana  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 

HYMN     XXXII.      Cary'%. 

I   T  JH  7"EAPvY  of  vvand'ring  from  my  God. 
V  V      And  now  made  wilting  to  return, 

1  hear,  and  bow  me  to  the  rod  : 

For  thee,  not  without  hope,  I  mourn; 
I  have  an  advocate  above, 
A  friend  before  the  throne  of  love. 


PENITENTIAL.  37 

O  Jefus,  full  of  truth  and  grace; 

More  full  of  grace  than  I  of  fin, 
Yet  once  again  1  feek  thy  face, 

Open  thine  arms  and  take  me  in, 
And  freely  my  backflidings  heal, 
And  love  the  faithlefs  firmer  ftill. 

Thou  know'ft  the  way  to  bring  me  back, 

My  fallen  fpirit  to  reltore  ; 
O  for  thy  truth  and  mercy's  fake, 

Forgive  and  bid  me  fin  no  more  ! 
The  ruins  of  my  foul  repair, 
And  make  my  heart  a  houfe  of  pray'r. 

Ah  !  give  me,  Lord,  the  tender  heart, 
That  trembles  at  th'  approach  of  fin! 

A  godly  fear  of  fin  impart ; 

Implant  and  root  it  deep  within ! 

That  I  may  dread  thv  gracious  pow'r, 

And  never  dare  to  offend  thee  more. 


JT 


HYMN     XXXIII.     Hamilton. 

O  the  haven  of  thy  breaft, 
O  Son  of  Man,  I  fly, 
Be  my  refuge  and  my  reft, 

For  O  the  florin  is  high  ! 
Save  me  from  the  furious  blaft, 

A  covert  from  the  temper!  be  ; 
Hide  me,  jefus,  till  o'erpaft 
The  ilorm  of  fin  I  fee. 

Welcome  as  the  water-fpring 

To  a  dry  barren  place  ; 
O  defcend  on  me,  and  bring 

Thy  fweet-refrefhing  grace ; 

C2 


38  PENITENTIAL* 

O'er  a  parch 'd  and  weary  land 
As  a  great  rock  extends  its  made, 

Hide  me,  Saviour,  with  thine  hand, 
And  fcreen  my  naked  head. 

.5  In  the  time  of  my  diilrefs 

Thou  haft  my  fuccour  been, 
In  my  utter  helpleflhefs 

Pveftraining  me  from  fin: 
O  how  fwiftly  didft  thou  move 

To  fave  me  in  the  trying  hour! 
Still  protect  me  with  thy  love, 

And  fhield  me  with  thy  pow'r. 

4  Firft  and  Laft,  in  me  perform 

The  work  thou  hair  begun  ; 
Be  my  fheker  from  the  ftorm, 

My  ill  ad  3  w  from  the  fun  : 
Let  me  hang  upon  my  God, 

Till  I  thy  perfect  glory  fee, 
Till  the  fprinkling  of  thy  blood 

Shal!  fpeak  me  up  to  thee. 


o 


HYMN    XXXIV.    L.M. 

THOU  that  hear'ft  when  finners  cry, 
Tho'  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  me  not  with  angry  look, 
But  bict  their  mern'ry  from  thy  book. 

Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin  ; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart. 
Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart. 

I  cannot  live  without  thy  light. 
Call  out  and  banifivd  from  thy  fight : 


PENITENTIAL.  39 

Thy  faving  ftrength,  O  Lord,  reftore. 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Tho'  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
Kis  help  and  comfort  trill  afford  : 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne. 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Sen. 

5  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  duft, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  juft  : 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
Aod  fave  the  foul  condemned  to  die. 

€  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways, 
Sinners  mall  learn  thy  fov'reign  grace : 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviours  blood, 
And  they  fhail  praife  a  pardoning  God. 

7  O  may  thy  love  infpice  my  tongue, 
Salvation  mall  be  ail  my  fong;  ° 
And  ail  my  pow'rs  mail  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord,  my  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs. 

HYMN   XXXV.    CM. 

1  f~^%  THAT  I  cculd  my  Lord  receive., 
V^   Who  did  the  world  redeem  ! 
Who  gave  his  life,  that  I  might  live 

A  life  concealed  in  him. 

2  O  that  I  could  the  bfcfling  prove, 

My  heart's  extreme  deiire  ; 
Live  happy  in  my  Saviour's  love, 
And  in  his  arms  expire ! 

3  Mercy  I  afk  to  feal  my  peace, 

That,  kept  by  mercy's  pow'r4 


4.0  PENITENTIAL. 

I  may  from  ev'ry  evil  ceafe, 
And  never  grieve  thee  more  ! 

CD 

4  Now,  if  thy  gracious  will  it  be, 

Ev'n  now  my  fins  remove, 
And  fet  my  foul  at  liberty 
By  thy  victorious  love. 

5  In  anfwerto  tenthoufand  pray'rs, 

Thou  pard'ning  God  defcend — ■ 
Number  me  with  falvation's  heirs, 
My  fins  and  troubles  end. 

6  Nothing  I  a(k,  or  want  befide, 

Of  all  in  earth  or  heav'n  ; 
But  let  me  feel  thy  blood  apply'd, 
A^nd  live,  and  die  forgiv  n. 

HYMN    XXXVI.      Foundry. 

j    T^ROOPING  foul,  make  off  thy  fears, 
jL/   Fearful  foul,  be  ftrong,  be  bold; 
Tarry  till  the  Lord  appears, 

Never,  never  quit  thy  hold  : 
Murmur  not  a:  his  delay, 

Dare  not  fet  thy  God  a  time, 
Calmly  for  his  coming  Hay, 

Leave  it,  leave  it  all  to  him. 

y.  Fainting  foul,  be  bold,  be  ftrong ; 

Wait  the  leifure  of  thy  Lord ; 
Though  it  feem  to  tarry  long, 

True  and  faithful  is  his  word  ; 
On  his  word  my  foul  I  caft, 

(He  cannot  himfclf  deny) 
Surely  it  (hall  fpeak  at  lad  ; 

It'  fhall  fpeak,  and  mall  not  lye. 


I 


PENITENTIAL.  4,     \ 

3  Ev'ry  one  that  feeks  (hall  find  : 

Ev'ry  one  that  afks  (hall  have; 
Chrift,  the  Saviour  of  mankind, 

Willing,  able  all  to  fave, 
I  (hall  his  falvation  fee, 

I  in  faith  on  jefus  call, 
I  from  fin  (hall  be  fct  free, 

Perfedly  fet  free  from  a'l'l. 

4  Lord,  my  time  is  in  thine  hand, 

Weak  and  helplefs  as  I  am, 
Sureiy  thou  canft  make  me  ftand ; 

I  believe  in  jefu's  name: 
Saviour  in  temptation  thou, 

Thou  halt  fav'd  me  heretofore, 
Thou  from  fin  dolt  fave  me  now  ; 

Thou  malt  fave  me  evermore. 

HYMN    XXXVII.    CM. 

1  ^  \THY  fhouId  the  children  of  a  kfn* 
VV      Go  mourning  ail  their  davs?     * 
^reat  Comforter,  defend,  and  bring 
J  ne  tokens  of  thy  grace  ! 

t  T>oft  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  faints, 
And  feal  the  heirs  of  heav'n? 
When  wilt  thou  baniih  my  complaints, 
And  ihcw  my  fins  forgiv'n  ? 

3  Affure  my  confeience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood ; 
And  bear  thy  witnefs  with  my  heart, 
4  hat  I  am  born  of  God. 


C 


i 


42      *         PENITENTIAL, 

4  Thou  art  the  earneft  of  his  love, 
The  pledge  of  jo)  s  to  come  ; 
May  thy  bleft  wings,  celeftial  Dove, 
Safely  convey  me  heme. . 

HYMN   XXXVIII.    CM. 

I   TV  ,TY  drowfy  pow'rs,  why  fieep  ye  fo? 
lVA  Awake,  mv  fiuggifh  foul! 
Nothing  hath  half  thy  work  to  do; 
Yet  nothing's  half  fo  dull. 

2.  Go  to  the  ants :  for  one  poor  grain 
See  how  they  toil  ami  ilrive  j 
Yet  we,  who  have  a  heav'n  t 'obtain* 
Kow  negligent  we  live  ! 

3  We  for  whofe  fake  all  nature  fhnds, 

And  ftars  their  courfes  move ; 
We  for  whole  guards  the  angel-bancfe, 

Come  flying  from  above  : 

4  We  for  whom  Gcd  the  Son  came  down, 

And  hbour'd  for  our  good, 

Howcarelefs  to  fecure  that  orown 

He  purchas'd  with  his  blood  ! 

5  Lord,  (hall  we  live  fo  fiuggifh  frill, 

And  never  aft  our  parts  ? 
Come.  Holy  Dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hill, 
And  warm  our  frozen  hearts. 

6  Give  us  with  active  warmth  to  move, 

With  vig'rous  fouls  to  rife, 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love 
To  fly  and  take  the  prize. 


PETITION. 

PETITION. 
HYMN   XXXIX.    -4* 


RfP7f°^^f-ef^harrns 
-*-  -L  Kefts  withm  his  SheV^w^  *, 

^ohisquietftali«oi^d; 
Mto  frail  violate  his  reir  ? 


Who  his  quiet  fimil  moleft  ? 
-  'ohit  his  reft  , 
it  fpirit  bear, 
is  ev'ry  care; 


Jefos  aoth  his  fpirit  bear 
Jfius  takes  h" 


f»e  who  found  the  ward'rW  ^ 

2  S  H?y  mi§ht  fP  Mieve, 
™%  to  jefus  cleave: 
VB  n«  only  love  rely 
We  at  the  de£roye/mVh  • 
^e  from  fin  and  fervile Tear 
We.my  Jefus  ever  near;      ' 

A  ims  Care  rejoice  to  prove, 
Ail  hisparadifeoflove; 

3  jefus,  fcek  thy  wand'ring  ftccp, 
^ffie  back,  and  Iead%n/keep. 

^ontheemyev'rycare;  ?' 

•Bear  me,   on  thy  bc^rn  bear] 
■Let  me  know  mv  qi,^.^ t — ^T/ * 

^cr^and  more  of  thei  receive' 
^verm.hy/piHtiive:  * 

W    till  all  thy  life  I  know 

-^jet through  my  Lord  below; 
Gladly^]ienfroH1  eanh  - 

father  id  to  the  fold  above  • 


44  PETITION. 

O  that  I  at  laft  may  (land 
With  the  fheep  at  thy  right  hand; 
Take  the  crown  fo  freely  giv'n ; 
Enter  in  by  thee  to  heav'n. 

HYMN     XL.     Amftcrdam. 

i    A  /TAKER,  Saviour  of  mankind, 
^kVJL   Who  hate  on  me  beftow'd 
An  immortal  foul,  defign'd 

To  be  the  houfe  of  Ctod  : 
Come,  and  now  refide  in  me, 

Never,  never,  to  remove, 
Make  aae  juft,  and  good,  like  thee, 

And  full  of  power  and  love. 

2  Bid  me  in  thy  image  rife, 

A  faint,  a  creature  neW  ; 
True,  and  merciful,   2nd  wife, 

And  pure,  and  happy  too. 
This  thy  primitive  defign, 

That  I  mould  in  thee  be  bleft; 
Should  within  the  arms  divine 

For  ever,  ever  relt. 

3  Let  thy  will  in  me  -be  done  ; 

Fulfil  my  heart's  defire, 
Thee  to  know,  and  love  alone, 

And  rife  in  raptures  higher  : 
Ihte  descending  on  a  cloud 

When  with  ravith'd  eves  I  lee  : 
Then  I  mall  be  nd'd  with  God 

To  ail  eternity  ! 


PETITION. 

HYMN    XLI      u    -j 

(rn0Tfa1^  hear 
VJT  And  help  me  to  believe"' 

TVbJeffingtorece.vner, 
*uIIofgu,It,  alas!  I  am 

Pardon  I  accept  unbou|ht, 
Thy  proffer  j  emb    J   c> 

Corning,  as  at  firft  I  camV 

^7  Wood  was  Oied  for  me    * 
C6 


/  PETITION. 

5     Saviour,  from  thy  wounded  fide 
I  never  will  depart, 
Here  will  I  my  fpirit  hide, 

When  I  am  pure  in  heart ; 
Til)  my  place  above  I  claim, 
This  only  (hall  be  all  my  plea, 
Friend  of  finners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 
Thy  blood  was  fhed  for  me. 
HYMN    XLII.    Chapel. 

i    ^"^OME,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  rejoice, 
V_y  Tn  hope  that  I  fhall  hear  thy  voice, 

Shall  one  day  fee  my  God  ; 
Shall  ceafe  from  all  my  fin  and  ftrife, 
Handle  and  tafte  the  word  of  life, 
And  feel  the  fprinkled  blood. 

2  I  fhall  not  always  make  my  moan, 
Nor  worfhip  thee  a  God  unknown, 

But  I  fhall  live  to  prove 
Thy  people's  reft,  and  faints'  delight, 
The  length,  and  breadth,and  depth,  and  height, 
*     Of  thy  redeeming  love. 

3  Rejoicing  now  in  earneft  hope, 

I  ftand,  and  from  the  mountain-top 

See  all  the  land  below  : 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honev  rife> 
And  all  the  f  raits  of  paradife 

In  endlefs  plenty  grow  : 

4  A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favour'd  with  God's  peculiar  fmile, 

V.?nh  every  blefling  bleft  ; 
There  dwells  the  Lcrd,  our  righteoufnefs, 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace, 

And  everlafting  reft._ 


PETITION.  4? 


iOthatImightatonc 

^omorronthwfid e  Jo? dan  flop 
ft"***  thelandpoflj.fi.       P' 
Thls  moment  end  my  legal  years 


6  Now.  O 


Mow,  Omyjoihua,  bnW  rae  i„ 

^e  carnal  mind  remote; 

^hepurchareofthydeatfiuivi^ 
AndO,  with  »U  thefanalfied 

^ive  me  a  Jot  of  love/ 

HVMN  xuii.  Smkmen 
'  GT„-fa",sraceand™iefty. 

TfT I,  i>UPrem*}'  great  and  good 

Tnrough  the  atoning  blood 
Tne  g„ard  ofaI|thSrc.e^ 

And  t0  my  pardon  join       °      * 
^.'efllftonldeiergtieve 
^/gracousSpir't  divine. 

2  If  mercy  is  indeed  w;thth 
lvjayl  obedient  prove, 

Ornnaga.nitthylcve: 

o;carltfruitoffa;h^<'* 

A„rl  aP°orfoJo^Der; 

InhtRie,PaVSmvda>sl>eW 
Jn  Wabfenefi  and  fear. 


48  PETITION. 

3  Still  may  I  walk  as  in  thy  fight, 

My  ftrid  obierver  fee; 
And  thou  by  rev'rent  love  unite 

My  child-like  heart  to  thee: 
Still  let  me,  till  my  days  are  paft, 

At  Jefu's  feet  abide; 
So  fhall  he  lift  me  up  at  laft, 

And  feat  me  by  his  fide. 

HYMN   XLIV.   C.  M. 

1  T  Want  a   principle  with'n 
1  Of  jealous  godly  fear, 
A  fenfibiiity  of  fin, 

A  pain  to  feel  it  near. 

2  That  I  from  thee  no  more  may  part, 

No  more  thy  goodnef>  grieve, 
The  filial  awe,' the  fiemly  heart, 
The  tender  confcience  give. 

*  Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 
O  God,  mv  confcience  make; 
Awake  my  foul,  when  fin  is  nigh, 
And  keep  it  ftill  awake. 

4.  If  to  the  right  or  left  I  ftray, 

That  moment,  Lord,  reprove; 
And  let  me  weep  mv  life  away, 
For  having  griev'd  thy  love. 

r  O  may  the  leaft  omiflion  pain 
My  well-inftrufted  foul, 
And  drive  me  to  the  blood  again, 
Which  makes  the  wounded  whole. 


PETITION. 

HYMN    XLV.  Norwich.. 

1   A/TXp0^'^1^,  mvlove, 
iU    J  °  thee,  to  thee  I  call- 
i  cannot  live  if  thou  remove,  ' 
*or  thoa  art  all  in  all. 

2  Thy  fining  grace  can  cheer 
,„.T]11S  d"i-geon  where  I  dwG}]; 
I  is  Paradife  when  thou  art  here- 
if  thou  depart  'tis  hell. 

3  The  failings  of  thy  face, 

How  amiable  they  are; 
JTis  heav'n  to  reft  in  thine  embrace, 
And  no  where  cKc  but  there. 

4  To  tkee,  and  thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  blifs ; 
They  fit  around  thy  gracious 'throne, 
Ana  awell  where  Jefus  is. 

5  Not  ail  the  harps  above 

Tr  £ai\T\a ke  a  heav'niy  place, 
i*  tjod  his  refideoce  remove, 
tr  but  conceal  his  face. 

6  Nor  earrh,  nor  all  the  Iky, 

Can  one  delight  afford; 
No,  net  one  drop  of  real  jov, 
Wnhout  thy  prefence,  Lord. 

7  Thou  art  the  fea  of  love, 

_VVhcreallmypleafuresroIl; 
ii^e  circle  where  my  paSons  move, 
And  center  of  mv  foul. 


4* 


PETITION. 
5° 

8  To  thee  my  fpirits  fly 
With  infinite  deiire : 
And  yet  how  far  from  thai  he. 
Dear  Jefus,  raife  me  higher, 
HYMN    XLVI. 
,    T  ESUS,  come,  thou  hope  of  glory, 
1    Punfv  me,  that  I 
May  with  faints  adore  thee. 
2  B;e  with  earneft  expeaation, 
Still  I  fit  at  thy  Bet, 
Longing  for  faction.  ^ 

Mv  poor  heart  vouchfafe  to  dwell  in, 

J^akc  me  thine,  Love  divine, 
By  thy  Spirit's  feahng. 
,  Th0U  haft  laid  the  fare  foundation 
*   '  Of  my  hope,  build  me  up; 

Finifts  thy  creation. 
r  Fro*  this  inbred  fin  deliver; 
Let  the  yoke  now  be  broke, 
Make  me  thine  for  ever. 
6  Parmer  of  thy  perfect  nature 
Let  me  be,  now  in  thee, 
A  new  fjfctMs  creature. 
~  Perfect  when  I  walk  before  thee, 
'       Soon  or  late,  then  traniiate, 
To  the  realms  of  glory. 

HYMN    XLV1I.    L.M. 
t   T  Th^rftthou  wounded  Lam 
•    l    I    TOMft  tie  in  rhy,c]  ^> 

T„  dwell  whMnth. 
Isfweet,  and  life  #n  death  is  ga  n. 


PETITION. 
2  Iake  m>'  P°<"-  heart,  and  let  it  be 

Thl,    ,jmy  b/eart'  and  kt  ™e  wear 
That  pledge  of  Jove  for  ever  there 

Mofe  ftdtet A  ,n  thy  bleeding  fide  > 

Id  !    e,Md  ftrenSth  from  tftnclderive 
And  by  thee  move,  and  in  thee  ifve         ' 

4  ™,thare  T  W0.'"ks  fcut  fin  ^d  death 

5  Hovy  can  it  be,  thou  heav'nly  Kin? 
^f'h.nnfliopldftus  to  glory  S'. 
Make  flaves  the  Darm^itfli      ["£' 

Depk'dwhha^a^^r6' 

€or:orsa;arioftme,t'our,e>-eso^-. 

wuras  a.e  ioit,  nor  wi  J  we  knr»v 
^^^.^nkofaughtheudT*' 
%  Lord,  toy  Love,  f>  crucify V 

7  To\n°rd  !1,enlarge  0Ur  *»*  '"ought 
Thyiove.n-nn^rulalS:!0'6" 

To    S '  ,o!.i"°«r  feu's  we  uJ: 
i° Jieeour  hearts  and  hands  „e  give- 
1  Bine  may  ue  d^e    A :—  ~,        V-     * 
/  "cu.e,  t...,,;  may  we  five. 


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PETITION. 

HYMN     XLVIII.     Irene. 

SAVIOUR,  the  world's  and  mine, 
Was  ever  grief  like  thins  ! 
Thou  my  pain,  my  curfe  haft  too*, 

All  my  fins  were  laid  on  thee : 
Help  me,  Lord,  to  thee  Hook; 
Draw  me,  Saviour,  alter  thee. 

To  love  is  all  my  wifti, 

I  only  live  for  this: 
Grant  me,  Lord,  my  hearts  defire, 

Thereby  faith  for  ever  dwell: 
This  I  always  will  require, 
Thee,  and  only  thee  to  ted. 

«       Thv  pow'r  I  pant  to  prove, 
Rooted  and  fix'd  in  love,      # 
Strengthened  by  thy  Spirit's  might, 

Wife  to  fathom  things  divine, 
What  the  length,  and  breadth,  and  height, 
What  the  depth  of  love  like  thine. 

Ah  !  give  me  this  to  know 

With  all  thv  faints  below  ; 
Swells  my  foul  to  compafs  thee; 

Gafps'in  thee  to  live  and  move ; 
Fill'd  with  all  the  Deity, 
All  immerft  and  loit  m  love. 


HYMN    XLIX.   CM. 
ESUS,  thou  all-redeeming  Lord, 
I    Thy  bleffing  we  implore, 
Open  the  door  to  preach  thy  word, 
The  great,  te&ual  door. 


■J 


PETITION. 

2  Gather  the  outcafts  in,  and  fave 

From  fin  and  Satan's  power! 
And  let  them  now  acceptance  have, 
And  know  their  gracious  hour. 

3  Lover  of  fouls,  thou  know'ft  to  prize 

What  thou  halt  bought  fo  dear ; 
Come  then,  and  in  thy  people's  eyes 
With  ail  thy  wounds  appear! 

4  Appear,  as  when  of  old  confeft 

The  fuff'ring  Son  of  God; 
And  let  them  fee  thee  in  thy  veft 
But  newly  dipt  in  blood. 

j  The  ftony  from  their  hearts  remove, 
Thou,  who  for  all  haft  dy'd; 
Shew  them  the  tokens  of  thy  love, 
Thy  feet,  thy  hands,  thy  fide ! 

6  Thy  feet  were  nail'd  to  yonder  tree, 

To  trample  down  their  fin; 
Thy  hands  they  all  ftretch'd  out  may  fee* 
To  take  thy  murd'rers  in. 

7  Thy  fide  an  open  fountain  is, 

Where  all  may  freely  go, 
And  drink  the  living  ftreams  of  blifs, 
And  warn  them  white  as  fnow. 

8  Ready  thou  art  the  blood  t'apply, 

And  prove  the  .record  true; 
And  all  thy  wounds  to  finners  cry, 
"  I  fuffer'd  this  for  you!" 


54 


PETITION. 


HYMN    L.    C.  M. 

i    f\  God,  oi:r  help  in  ages  pall, 
V^/  Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  fhelter  from  the  itormy  blait, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

2  Under  the  fhaebw  or  thy  thront 

Still  may  we  dwell  fecure  ; 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  fure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood, 

Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 

From  everlafting  thou  art  God, 

To  endlefs  years  the  lame. 

4  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rifing  fun. 

5  The  bufy  tribes  of  fiefh  and  blood, 

With  all  their  cares  and  fears, 
Are  carried  downward  by  the  flood, 
And  loft  in  following  years. 

6  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  ftream, 

Bears  all  its  fons  away  ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  bp'fting  day. 

7  O  God  !  our  help  in  ages  paft, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come ; 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  life  (hall  laft, 
And  our  perpetual  home. 


PETITION.  ss 

H  Y  M  N     LI.     New-Tear's  Day. 

1  /^GME.  let  us  anew 
\^s  Our  journey  purfue, 

Roii  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  Rand  Hill  till  the  Mailer  appear! 
His  adorable  will 
Let  u^  gladly  fulfil, 
And  our  talents  improve 
:  patience  of  hope  and  the  labour  of  love. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream, 

time  as  a  Uream 
Gi:des  fwiftly  away, 
the  fugitive  moment  refufes  to  ftay: 
The  arrGw  is  flown, 
The  moment  is  gone  ; 
The  millennial  ye~r 
Ruihes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here. 

3  O  that  each  in  the  dav 
Of  his  coming  may  fay 

t(  I  have  fought  my  way  thro', 
have  finiuYd  the  work  thcu  didftgive  me  to  do." 
O  thai  each  from  his  Lord 
May  receive  the  glad  word, 
"  Well  and  faithfully  done! 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  fit  down  on  my  throne." 

'        H  Y  M  N     HI.      23d  P/alm. 

I   "J"    F.ADER  of  faithful, fouls,  and  guide 
JLj  Of  all  that  travel  to  the  fey, 
Come  ?nc  with  us,  ev'n  us  abide, 
Who  would  en  thee  alcne  rely, 
On  thee  al&ae  our  fpirits  flay. 
While  held  in  life's  "uneven  way. 


56  PETITION. 

2  Strangers  and  pilgrims  here  below, 

This  earth  we  know  is  not  our  place, 
And  haften  through  the  vale  of  woe ; 

And  reftlefs  to  behold  thy  face, 
Swift  to  our  heav'nly  country  move, 
Our  everlafting  home  above. 

3  We've  no  abiding  city  here, 

But  feek  a  city  out  of  fi^hf; 
Thither  our  fteady  ccurfe  we  fleer, 

Afpiring  to  the  plains  of  light, 
Jerufaiem,  the  faints'  abode, 
Whofe  founder  is  the  living  God. 

4  Patient  th'appointed  race  to  run, 

This  weary  world  we  Call  behind, 
From  itrength  to  ftrength  we  travel  on, 

The  New  Jerufaiem  to  find ; 
Our  labour  this,  our  only  aim, 
To  find  the  New  Jerufaiem. 

5  Thro'  thee,  who  all  our  fins  haft  borne, 

Freelv  and  gracioufiy  forgiv'n, 
With  fongs  to  Zion  we  return, 

Contending  for  our  native  heav'n; 
That  palace  of  our  glorious  King, 
We  find  it  nearer  while  we  fing. 

6  Rais'd  by  the  breath  of  love  divine, 

W7e  urge  our  way  with  ftrength  renew 'd; 
The  church  of  the  firft-born  to  join, 

We  travel  to  the  mount  of  God ; 
With  joy  upon  our  heads  anfe. 
And  meet  our  Captain  in  the  Ikies. 


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PETITION.  tf 

HYMN    LIII.    Kingwood. 
ON  of  God,  if  thy  free  grace 


Again  hath  rais'd  me  up, 
Call'd  me  fiili  to  feek  thy  face, 

And  giv'n  me  back  my  hope ; 
Still  thy  timely  help  afford, 

And  all  thy  loving  kindnefs  fhow  t 
Keep  me,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord, 

And  never  let  me  go. 

By  me,  O  my  Saviour,  ftand 

In  fore  temptation's  hour  ! 
Save  me  with  thine  out-ftretch'd  hand^ 

And  mew  forth  all  thy  pow'r  : 
O  be  mindful  of  thy  word, 

Thy  all-fufficient  grace  befrow  : 
Keep  me,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord, 

And  never  let  me  go. 

;  Give  me,  Lord,  a  holy  fear, 

And  fix  it  in  my  heart, 
That  I  mav  from  evil  near 

With  fpeedy  care  depart, 
Sin  be  more  than  hell  abhorr'd : 

Till  thou  deitroy  the  tyrant- foe, 
Keep  me,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord, 

And  never  let  me  go. 

|.  Never  let  me  leave  thy  breaft, 

From  thee,  my  Saviour,  ilray  ; 
Thou  art  my  fupport  and  reft, 

My  true  and  living  way  : 
My  exceeding  great  rewarB, 

In  heav-'n  above,  and  earth  beloW  ; 
Keep  me,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord, 

And  never  let  me  go. 


58  PETITION. 

HYMN    LTV.     Kingswod. 

i    I*    ORD!  and  is  thine  anger  gone  ? 
I  j  And  art  thou  pacify 'd  ?  • 
After  all  that  I  have  done, 

Doft  thou  no  longer  chide  ? 
Infinite  thy  mercies  are; 

Beneath  the  weight  I  cannot  move, 
O  'tis  more  than  1  can  bear, 

The  fenfe  of  pard'ning  love  ! 

2  Let  it  ftill  my  heart  conftrain, 

And  all  my  paffions  fvvay ; 
Keep  me,  left  I  turn  again 

Out  of  the  narrow  way  : 
Force  my  vi'Ience  to  be  ftill, 

And  captivate  my  every  thought ; 
Charm,  and  melt,  and  change  my  will, 

And  bring  me  down  to  nought. 

3  If  I  have  begun  once  more 

Thy  fweet  return  to  feel ; 
If  even  now  I  find  thy  pow'r 

Prefent  my  foul  to  heal; 
Still  and  quiet  may  I  lie, 

Nor  ftruggle  out  of  thine  embrace; 
Never  more  refill ,  or  fly 

From  thy  purfuing  grace. 

4  To  the  crofs,  thine  altar,  bind 

Me  with  the  cords  of  love; 
Freedom  let  me  never  find 

From  my  dear  Lord  to  move ; 
That  I  never,  never  more 

May  with  my  much  lov'd  Mailer  part, 
To  the  pofts  of  mercy's  door 

O  nail  my  willing  heart. 


PETITION.  j9 

5  See  my  utter  helpleflhefs, 

And  leave  me  not  alone; 
O  preferve  in  perfect  peace, 

And  feal  me  for  thine  own  ! 
More  and  more  thyfelf  reveal, 

Thy  prefence  let  me  always  find; 
Comfort,  and  confirm,  and  heal, 

My  feeble,  fin-fick  mind. 

6  As  the  apple  of  an  eye 

Thy  weakeft  fen-ant  keep  -y 
Help  me  at  thy  feet  to  lie, 

And  there  for  ever  weep: 
Tears  of  joy  mine  eyes  overflow, 

That  I  have  an  hope  of  heav'n; 
Much  of  love  I  ought  to  know, 

For  I  have  much  forgiv'n. 

HYMN    LV.     Birmingham, 

i   rT"'HEE  will  I  love,  my  ftrength,  my  tow'r, 
JL     Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy,  my  crown, 
Thee  will  I  love  with  all  my  pow'r, 

In  all  my  works,  and  thee  alone. 
Thee  will  I  love,  till  the  pure  fire 
Fill  my  v/hole  foul  with  chafte  delire. 

2  Ah  !  why  did  I  fo  late  thee  know, 

Thee,  lovelier  than  the  fons  of  men  ? 
Ah  !  why  did  I  no  fooner  go 

To  thee,  the  only  eafe  in  pain? 
Aiham'd  I  figh  and  inly  mourn, 
That  J.  fo  late  to  thee  did  turn. 

3  In  darknefs  willingly  I  ftray'd ; 

I  fought  thee,  yet  from  thee  I  rov'dj 


Co  PETITION. 

Far  wide  my  wand'ring  thoughts  were  i*pread, 

7hy  creatures  more  than  thee  I  iov'ci ; 
And  now  if  more  at  length  I  fee, 
'Tis  thro'  thy  light,  and  comes  from  thee. 

4  I  thank  thee,  uncreated  Sun, 

That  thy  bright  beams  on  me  have  fhin'd ; 
I  thank  thee,  who  halt  overthrown 

My  foes,  and  heal'd  my  wounded  mind  : 
I  thank  thee,  whofe  enliv'ning  voice 
Bids  my  freed  heart  in  thee  rejoice. 

5  Upheld  me  in  the  doubtful  race, 

Nor  fuffer  me  again  to  ftray  ; 
Strengthen  my  feet  with  fteady  pace, 

Still  to  prefs  forward  in  the  way  ; 
My  foul  and  flefh,  O  Lord  of  might, 
Fill,  fatiate  with  thy  heav'nly  light  1 

HYMN    LVI.    CM. 

1  TNFINiTE,  unexhaufted  love ! 
A     Jefus  and  love  are  one  : 

If  ftill  to  me  thy  bowels  move, 
They  are  reftrain'd  to  none. 

2  What  mall  I  do  my  God  to  love  ! 

My  loving  God  to  praife  ? 
The  length,  and  breadth,  and  height  to  prove, 
And  depth  of  fov 'reign  grace  r 

3  Thy  fov'reign  grace  to  all  extends, 

Immenfe  and  unconfin'd ; 
From  age  to  age  it  never  ends, 
It  reaches  all  mankind. 

4  Throughout  the  world  its  breadth  is  known, 

Wide  as  infinity, 


PETITION.  61 

So  wide,  it  never  pafs'd  by  one, 
Or  it  had  paiVd  by  me. 

5  My  trefpafs  was  grown  up  to  heav'n  ; 

But  far  above  the  ikies, 
In  Chrift  abundantly  forgiVn, 
I  fee  thy  mercies  rife  S 

6  The  depth  cf  all-redeeming  love 

What  ari£ct-ton£ue  can  tell  ? 
O  may  I  to  the  utmoft  prove 
The  gift  unfoeakable! 

7  Come  quickly,  gracious  Lord,  and  take 

PcfTeffion  of  thine  own ! 
My  longing  heart  vouchfafe  to  make 
Thine  everlafting  throne! 

8  AiTert  thy  claim,  maintain  thy  right, 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
And  fink  me  to  perfection's  height, 
The  depth  of  humble  Iovq. 

HYMN    LVII.    Zion. 

1      A    LL  glory  to  God  in  the  Iky, 
il.   And  peace  upon  earth  be  reftor'd  ; 
C  Jefus,  excited  en  high, 

Appear  our  omnipotent  Lord ! 
Who  meanly  in  Bethlehem  born, 

Didit  itoop  to  redeem  a  loft  race, 
Once  more  to  thy  creatures  return, 

And  reign  in  thy  kingdom  of  grace, 

Z  When  thou  in  our  Scfti  didft  appear, 
All  nature  acknmvledg'd  thy  birth  : 
Arofe  the  acceptable  year, 

An  I  heaven  was  onen'd  on  earth  ; 
D  2 


6z  PETITION. 

Receiving  its  Lord  from  above, 
The  world  was  united  to  blefs 

The  Giver  of  concord  and  love, 

The  Prince  and  the  Author  of  Peace. 

3  O  wouldft  thou  again  be  made  known, 

Again  in  the  Spirit  defcend, 
And  fet  up  in  each  of  thine  own 

A  kingdom  that  never  fhall  end. 
Thou  only  arr  able  to  blefs, 

And  make  the  glad  nations  obey, 
And  bid  the  dire  enmity  ceafe, 

And  bow  the  whole  world  to  thy  fway, 

4  Come  then  to  thy  fervants  again, 

Who  long  thy  appearing  to  know, 
Thy  quiet  and  peaceable  reign, 

In  mercy  eftablifh  below  ; 
All  lorrow  before  thee  fhall  fly, 

And  anger  and  hatred  be  o'er, 
And  envy  and  malice  (hall  die, 

And  difcord  anlict  us  no^more. 
c  No  horrid  alarum  o[  war 

Shall  break  our  eternal  repofe ; 
No  found  of  the  trumpet  is  there, 

Where  Jefus's  Spirit  o'erflous : 
Appeas'd  by  the  charms  of  thy  grace, 

We  all  (hall  in  amity  join. 
And  kindly  each  other  embrace, 

And  iove  with  a  palticn  like  thine. 

HYMN    LVIII.    CM. 
i    /^OME,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
V^     One  God  in  perforis  three, 
Br:ng  back  the  heav'nly  blelfing  loft 
By  all  mankind  and  me. 


PETITION-  63 

2  Thy  favour,  and  thy  nature  too, 

To  me,  to  ail  reitore ; 
Forgive,  and  after  God  renew, 
And  keep  me  evermore. 

3  Eternal  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs, 

Difplay  thy  beams  divine, 
And  caufe  the  glories  of  thy  face, 
Upon  my  heart  to  mine. 

4  Light  in  thy  light  O  may  I  fee, 

Thy  grace  2nd  mercy  prove ! 
Reviv'd,  and  cheer'd,  and  bled  by  thee, 
The  God  of  pard  ning  love  i 

5  Lift  up  thy  countenance  ferene, 

And  let  thy  happy  child 
Behold,  without  a  cloud  between, 
The  Godhead  reconciled  ! 

6  That  all  comprifmg  peace  beftow 

On  me,  through  grace  forgiv'n; 
The  joys  of  holinefs  below, 
And  then  the  joys  of  heav'n  ! 

HYMN     LIX,     Amfierdam. 

1  (~\  Almighty  God  of  love, 

Vy   Thy  holy  arm  difplay  ! 
Send  me  fuccour  from  above 

In  this  my  evil  day  ; 
Arm  my  weaknefs  with  thy  pow'r, 

Woman's  feed  appear  within  ! 
Be  my  fafeguard  and  my  tow'r, 

Againft  the  face  of  fin. 

2  Reck  of  my  falvation,  hafte, 

Extend  thy  ample  made, 

03 


64  PETITION, 

Let  it  over  me  be  caft, 

And  fcreen  my  naked  head  : 

Save  me  from  the  trying  hour; 
Thou  my  fure  protection  be  : 

Shelter  me  from  Satan's  power, 
Till  I  am  fix'd  on  thee. 

3  Set  upon  thy  (elf  my  feet, 

And  nuke  me  furely  ftand  ; 
From  temptation's  rage  and  heat 

Cover  me  with  thine  hand  : 
Let  me  in  the  cleft  be  plac'd  ; 

Never  from  my  fence  remove ; 
In  thine  aims  of  love  embrae'd, 

Of  everlafting  love. 

HYMN    LX.    L.  M. 

i    /^OIWE,  Saviour  Jefu,  from  above? 
V^     Affift  me  with  thy  heav'nly  grace  I 
Empty  my  heart  of  earthly  love, 
And  for  th)  felf  prepare  the  place. 

•2  O  let  thy  facred  prefencc  fill, 

And  fet  my  longing  fpirit  free! 
Which  pants  to  have  no  ether  will, 
But  night  and  day  to  feaft  on  thee. 

3  While  in  this  region  here  below, 

No  oiher  good  will  I  purfue  ; 
I'll  bid  this  world  of  noife  and  fhow, 
With  ail  its  glitt'ring  fnares,  adieu. 

4  That  rath  with  humble  fpeed  I'll  leek, 

Jr.  which  my  Saviour's  footfteps  fhinej 

Nor  will  I  hear,  nor  will  I  fpeak 
Of  anv  other  love  but- thine. 


PETITION.  65 

5  Henceforth  may  no  profane  delight 

Divide  this  confecrated  foul  : 
Poffefs  it  thou,  who  haft  the  right. 
As  Lord  and  Matter  of  the  whole. 

6  Nothing  on  earth  do  I  defire, 

But  thy  pure  love  within  my  breaft  ; 
This,  only  this,  will  I  require, 
And  freely  give  up  ail  the  reft. 

HYMN    LXI.     Palmtti 

1  rTPHE  praying  fpirit  breathe, 

X       The  watching  pow'r  impart; 
From  all  entanglements  beneath 

Call  off  my  peaceful  heart; 
My  feeble  mind  fuftain, 

By  worldly  thoughts  opprefs'd  ; 
Appear  and  bid  me  turn  again 

To  my  eternal  reit. 

2  Swift  to  my  refcue  come, 

Trur  own  this  moment  feize  : 
Gather  my  wand'ring  fpirit  home, 

And  keep  in  perfect  peace  : 
Suiter VI  no  more  to  rove 

O'er  al!  the  earth  abroad, 
Arreu  the  prisoner  of  thy  love, 

And  (hut  me  up  in  God. 

HYMN    LXII.     Brook's. 

r    OHepherd  divine,  our  wants  relieve 
O      In  this  our  evil  day  ; 
To  all  thy  tempted  foll'wers,  give 
The  pow'r  to  watch  and  pray. 


66  PETITION. 

l  Long  as  our  fi'ry  trials  \&, 
Long  as  the  crofs  we  bear, 
O  let  our  fouls  on  ihee  be  call 
In  nev  er-ceafing  pray 'if ! 

3  The  fpirit  of  interceding  grace 

Give  us  in  faith  to  claim; 
To  wreftle  till  we  fee  thy  face, 
And  know  thy  hidden  name. 

4  Till  thou  thy  perfect  love  impart, 

Till  thou  thyfeifbeftow, 
Be  this  the  cry  of  ev'ry  heart, 
I  v.  ill  not  let  thee  go. 

5  I  will  not  let  thee  go,  unlefs 

Thou  tell  thy  name  to  me, 
With  all  thy  great  falvation  biefsj. 
And  make  me  all  like  thee. 

6  Then  let  me  on  the  mountain-top 

Behold  thy  open  face, 
Where  failh  in  fight  is  fwallowM  up, 
^nd  pray'r  in  endiefs  praile. 

HYMN     LXIIL    Olney. 

1  TESU,  ray  ftrength,  my  hope, 
%J    On  thee  I  call:  my  care, 

With  humble  confidence  look  up, 

And  know  thou  hear'ft  my  pray'r, 
Give  me  on  thee  to  wait, 
Till  I  can  all  things  do, 

On  thee  almighty  to  create, 
Almighty  to  renew. 

2  I  want  a  fober  mind, 

A  felf- renouncing  will, 


PETITION.  6^ 

That  tramples  down,  and  cafts  behind, 

The  baits  of  pleating  ill : 
A  foul  inur'd  to  pain, 

To  harcfhip,  grief,  and  lofs  ; 
Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  fuftain, 

The  cpnfecrated  crofs. 

I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick  difcerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee  when  fin  is  near, 
And  fees  the  tempter  fly  ; 
A  fpirir  ftill  prepared, 

And  arm'd  with  jealous  care, 
For  ever  ftanding  on  its  guard, 
And  watching  unto  pray'r. 

I  want  a  heart  to  pray^ 
To  pray  and  never  ceafe, 
Never  to  murmur  at'  thy  day, 
Or  wifh  my  fuiF' rings  lefs. 
This  blefiing  above  ail — 
Always  to  pray  I  want, 
Out  of  the  deep  on  thee  to  call, 
And  never,  never  faint, 

I  want  a  true  regard, 
A  fingle,  fteady  aim, 
Unmov'd  by  threat'ning  or  reward, 
To  thee  and  thy  great  name  : 
A  jealous,  juft  concern 
For  thine  immortal  praife  ; 
A  pure  defire  that  all  may  learn, 
And  glorify  thy  grace. 

I  reft  upon  thy  word  ; 
The  promife  is  for  me  : 


68  PETITION. 

My  fbccdur  and  falvation,  Lord, 
Shall  furelv  come  from  thee: 
But  let  me  fiili  abide, 

Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 
Till  thou  my  patient  fpirit  guide 
Into  thy  perfect  love. 

HYMN  LXJV.     Wood's. 

ELP,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  fly, 
JL    And  (till  my  tempted  foul  ftand  by 

Throughout  the  evil  day; 
The  facred  watchfu<nefs  impart, 
And  keep  the  iffues  of  my  heart, 

And  ftir  me  up  to  pray. 

t  My  foul  with  thy  whole  armour  arm, 
In  each  approach  of  fin  alarm, 

And  {"hew  the  danger  near; 
Surround,  fuftain,  and  itrengthen  me, 
And  fill  with  godly  jealoufy 

And  fancii  tying  fear. 

3  Whene'er  my  carelefs  hands  hang  down, 
O  let  me  fee  thy  gathering  frown, 

And  feel  thy  warning  eye  ; 
And  {carting  cry,  from  ruin's  brink, 
Save,  Jells,  or  I  yield,  I  fink! 

O  fave  me,  or  I  die  ! 

4.  If  near  the  pit  I  rafoly  ftray, 
Before  I  wholly  fall  away, 

The  keen  conviction  dart ; 
Recall  me  by  that  pitying  look, 
That  kind,  upbraiding  glance  which  broke 
Unfaithful  Peter's  hearu 


Petition.  69 

$  In  me  thine  utmoft  mercy  (how, 
And  make  me  like  thyfelf  below, 

Unhlameable  in  grace  ; 
Ready  prepar'd  and  fitted  here, 
By  perfect  holinefs  t'appear 

Before  thy  glorious  face, 

HYMN    LXV.     L.  M. 

1  TESU,  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
%  I    On  whom  I  cafl:  my  ev'ry  care, 
On  whom  for  all  things  I  depend, 

Infpire,  and  then  accept  my  pray'r. 

2  If  I  have  rafted  of  thy  grace, 

The  grace  that  fure  falvation  brings; 
If  with  me  now  thy  Spirit  ftavs, 

And  hov'ring  hides  me  in  his  wings ; 

3  Still  let  him  with  my  weaknefs  flay. 

Nor  for  a  moment's  fpace  depart ; 
Evil  and  danger  turn  away, 

And  keep,  till  he  renews  my  heart. 

4  Whf  n  to  the  right  or  left  I  ft  ray, 

His  voice  behind  me  may  I  hear, 
"  Return,  and  walk  in  Chrift  thy  way, 
"  Fly  back  to  Chrift,  for  fin  is  near." 

5  His  facred  unclion  from  above 

Be  rtill  my  comforter  and  guide; 
Till  all  the  ftony  he  remove, 
And  in  my  loving  heart  refide. 

6  Jefus,  I  fain  would  walk  in  thee, 

From  nature's  ev'ry  path  retreat; 
Thou  art  my  way,  my  leader  be, 
And  fet  upon  the  rock  my  feet. 


^o  PETITION. 

7  Uphold  me,  Saviowr,  or  I  fall; 

O  reach  me  out  thy  gracious  hand  ! 
Only  on  thee  for  help  1  call; 
Only  by  faith  in  thee  I  ftand. 

HYMN   LXVI.    S.  M. 

1  A    Charge  to  keep.  I  have; 
IX.   A  God  to  glorify; 

A  never-dying  foul  to  fave, 

And  fit  it  for  the  iky : 
To  ferve  the  prefent  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil ; 
O  may  it  all  my  pow'rs  engage 

To  do  my  Matter's  will ! 

2  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  fight  to  live; 
And  O  thy  fervant,  Lord,  prepare 

A  ft  rift  account  to  give, 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyfelf  rely  ; 
AlTur'd,  if  I  my  trnft  betray, 

I  (hall  for  ever  die. 

HYMN    LXVII.    SnG^field's. 

i    T>  E  it  my  only  wifdom  here, 
J3  To  ferve  the  Lord  with  filial  fear. 

With  loving  gratitude; 
Superior  fenfe  may  I  difplay, 
By  fhunning  ev'ry  evil  way, 

And  walking  in  the  good. 


PETITION 

0  may  Iftill  from  fin  depart ; 
A  wife  and  underftanding  heart, 

Jefus,  to  me  be  giv'n  ! 
And  let  me  through  thy  Spirit  know, 
To  glorify  my  God  below, 

And  find  my  way  to  heav'n. 

HYMN    LXVIII.     Lamfs. 

GOD  of  almighty  love, 
By  whofe  fufficient  graee 

1  lift  my  heart  to  things  above, 

And  frumbly  feek.  thy  face  ; 

Through  Jefus  Chrift  the  juft 

My  faint  defires.  receive, 

And  let  me  in  thy  gocdnefs  truil, 

And  to  thy  glory  live. 

Whate'er  I  fay  or  do, 
Thy  glory  be  my  aim ; 
My  ofFrings  all  be  offer'd  through 
The  ever-blelled  name. 
Jefu,  my  fingle  eye 
Be  fixt  on  thee  alone ; 
Thy  name  be  prais'd  on  earth,  on  liigh^ 
Thy  will  by  all  be  done. 

Spirit  of  faith,  infpire 
My  confecrated  heart ; 
Fill  mc  with  pure  celeftial  fire, 
With  all  thcu  haft  and  art ; 
My  feeble  mind  transform, 
And,  perfectly  renew'd, 
Into  a  faint  exalt  a  worm  ; 
A  worm  exalt  to  God! 


ft  PETITION. 

HYMN    LXIX.    Lamp's. 

'HE  thing  my  God  doth  hate, 
That  I  no  more  may  do, 
Thy  creature,  Lord,  again  create, 

And  all  mv  foul  renew: 
My  foul  fhali  then  like  thine. 
Abhor  the  thing  unclean, 
And  fan&ify 'd  by  love  divine, 
For  ever  ceafe  from  fin. 

That  bleffed  law  of  thine, 
jefu,  to  me  impart  \ 

Thy  Spirit's  law  of  life  divine, 
C  write  it  in  my  heart! 
Implant  it  deep  within, 

Whence  it  may  ne'er  remove, 

The  law  of  liberty  from  fin, 
The  perfect  law  of  love. 

Thy  nature  be  my  law, 
Thy  fpotlefs  fanctity, 
-And  fweetly  ev'ry  moment  draw 
My  happy  foul  to  thee; 
Soul  of  my  foui  remain, 
Who  didii  for  all  fulfil, 
In  me.  O  Lord,  fulfil  a^ain 
Thy  heav'nly  Father's  will. 

K  Y  M  N    LXX.    C.  M, 

For  a  heart  to  praife  my  God, 
A  heart  from  fin  fet  free ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood 
So  freely  fpilt  for  ms  I 


PETITION,  75 

2  A  heart  refign'd,  fubmhTive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne: 
Where  only  CI 1 rid  is  heard  to  fpcak, 
Where  Jefus  reigns  alone. 

3  C  for  a  lowly  contrite  heart, 

Believ;n^,  true,  and  clean, 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 

4  A  heart  in  ev'rv  thought  renevv'd, 

And  full  of  Jove  divine; 
Penea,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

£  Thy  tender  heart  is  ftill  the  fame, 

And  melts  at  human  woe; 

Jefu,  for  thee,  diitrefs'd  lam, 

I  want  thy  love  to  know. 

6  My  heart,  thou  know'ft  can  never  reft, 

Till  thou  create  my  peace, 
Till  of  my  Eden  repoffefs'd, 
From  ev'ry  fin  I  ceafe. 

7  Fruit  of  thy  gracious  lips,  on  me 

Beftow  that  peace  unknown, 

The  hidden  manna,  and  the  tree 

Of  life,  and  the  white  (lone. 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart, 

Come  quickly  frcm  above; 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  belt  name  of  love. 
Ez 


74  PETITION. 

HYMN    LXXI.     lllthP/alm. 

1  HPHOU  hidden  love  of  God,  whole  height, 

JL    Whofedepth  unfathom'd,  no  man  knows, 
I  fee  from  far  thy  beauteous  light, 

I  only  figh  for  thy  repofe  : 
My  heart  is  pain'd,  nor  can  it  be 
At  reit,  till  it  finds  reft  in  thee.    . 

2  Thy  fecret  voice  invites  me  ftill 

The  fweetnefs  of  thy  yoke  to  prove  : 
And  faia  I  would,  but  though  my  will 

Seems  fixt,  yet  wide  my  paiiicns  rove : 
Yet  hindrances  ftrew  all  the  way  ; 
I  aim  at  thee,  yet  from  thee  ft  ray. 

3  'Tis  mercy  all,  that  thou  hail:  brought 

My  mind  to  feek  her  pcaee  in  thee  .' 
Yet  while  1  feek,  and  find  thee  not, 

No  peace  my  wand'ring  foul  (hall  fee  : 
O  when  fhall  all  my  wanu'rings  end, 
And  ill  my  fteps  to  thee- ward  tend  ? 

4  Js  there  a  thing  beneath  the  fun, 

That  ftrlves  with  thee  my  heart  to  mare  t 
Ah  I   tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alone, 

The  Lord  of  ev'ry  motion  there! 
Then  fhal]    my  heart  from  earth  be  free, 
When  it  hath  found  repofe  in  thee. 

5  Each  moment  draw  from  earth  away 

My  heart,  that  lowly  waits  thy  call ; 
Speak  to  my  inmoft  foul,  and  fay, 

"  I  am  thy  Love,  thy  God,  thy  All!* 
To  feel  thy  pow'r,   to  hear  thy  voice, 
Tq  ta&e  thy  lg\e,  be  til  my  choice. 


PETITION.  -iS 

HYMN    LXXIL     Cardiff. 

i  '\7rE  happy  fmners  hear, 

1     The  pris'ners  of  the  Lord, 
And  wait,  till  Ghrift  appear 

According  to  his  word; 
Rejoice  in  hope,   rejoice  with  me, 
We  (hall  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 

=2  The  Lord  our  righteoufnefs 

We  have  long  fince  receiv'd; 
Salvation  nearer  is 

Than  when  we  firft  believ'd; 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
We  lhall  from  all  our  fins  be  free, 

3  In  God  we  put  our  truft; 

If  we  our  fins  confefs, 
Faithful  he  is,  and  jufc, 

From  all  unrighteoufnefs 
To  cleanfe  us  all,  both  you  and  raej 
WTe  mail  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 

4  Surely  in  us  the  hope 

Of  glory  (hall  appear ; 
Sinners,  your  heads  lift  up, 

And  fee  redemption  near; 
Again  I  fay,  rejoice  with  me, 
We  mail  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 

5  Who  Jefu's  fufFrings  fhare, 

My  fellow-pris'ners  now, 
Ye  foon  the  wreath  fhall  wear 

On  your  triumphant  brow  ; 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me» 
We  fhall  from  all  our  fins  be  free, 


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PETITION. 


6  The  word  of  God  is  fure, 

And  never  can  remove, 
We  (hall  in  heart  be  pure, 

And  perfected  in  love  : 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
We  fnall  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 

7  Then  let  us  gladly  bring 

Our  facrifice  of  praiie, 
Let  us  give  thank*.,  and  fing, 

And  glory  in  his  grace: 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
We  fhall  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 


HYMN   LXXIII.    CM. 


1  Tj^OR  ever  here  my  reft  fhall  be, 
JL     Clofe  to  thy  bleeding  fide; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, 

For  me  the  Saviour  dy'd! 

2  My  dying  Saviour  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  fin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
And  cleanfe  and  keep  me  clean. 

3  Waftl  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine  own 

Wafh  me,  and  mine  thou  art: 
Warn  me,  but  riot  my  feet  alone, 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  TV  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply, 

Till  faith  to  fight  improve  ; 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  foul  be  love. 


PETITION. 

HYMN    LXXIV.    CM. 

I     TESU,  mv  life,  thyfeif  apply, 
^J    Thy  holy  Spirit  breathe: 
My  yile  affections  crucify, 
Conform  ine  to  thy  death. 

•2  Conqu'ror  of  hell,  and  earth,  and  fin. 
Still  with  thy  rebel  ftrive; 
E*iter  my  foul,  and  work  within, 
And  kill,  and  make  alive  ! 

3  More  of  thy  life,  and  more  I  have, 

As  the  old  Adam  dies ; 
Bury  me,  Saviour,  in  thy  grave, 
That  I  with  thee  may  rife. 

4  Reign  in  me,  Lord,  thy  foes  controul, 

Who  would  not  own  thy  fway; 
DirFufe  thine  image  through  my  foul, 
Shine  to  the  perfect  day. 

5  Scatter  the  laft  remains  of  fin, 

And  feal  me  thine  abode; 
O  make  me  glorious  all  within, 
A  temple  built  by  God. 

HYMN     LXXV.    Savannah* 

r    TTOLY  Lamb,  who  thee  receive, 
JL  jL  Who  in  thee  begin  to  live, 
Day  and  night  they  cry  to  thee, 
As  thou  art,  fa  let  us  be! 

%  Tcfu,  fee  my  panting  breaft: 
See,  i  pant  in  thee  to  reft ! 
Gladly  would  I  now  be  clean: 
Cieanle  me  now  from  ev'ry  fin. 


n*  PETITION. 

3  Fix,  O  fix  my  wav'ring  mind ; 
To  thy  crofs  my  fpirit  bind; 
Earthly  pafiions  far  remove  ; 
Swallow  up  our  fouls  in  love. 

4  Duft  and  allies  though  we  be, 
Full  of  guilt  and  mifery, 
Thine  we  are,  thou  Son  of  God* 
Take  the  purchafe  of  thy  blood. 

^  Who  in  heart  on  thee  believes, 
He  th*  atonement  now  receives  ; 
He  with  joy  beholds,  thy  face, 
Triumphs  in  thy  pard'ning  grace*. 

6  See,  ye  finners,  fee  the  flame 
Riling  from  the  flaughterd  Lamb* 
Mark  the  new,  the  living  way, 
Leading  to  eternal  day  ! 

7  Jefu,  when  this  light  we  fee, 
All  our  foul's  athirit  for  thee  ; 

When  thy  quick'ning  power  we  prove* 
All  our  heart  diiTolves  in.  love. 

8  Boundlefs  wifdom,  pow'r  divine, 
Love  unfpeakable  are  thine ! 
Praife  by  all  to  thee  be  giv'n, 
Sons  cf  earth,  and  hofts  of  heav'n. 

HYMN    LXXVI.    Iren** 

I         TESU,  thou  art  our  king, 
%J    To  me  thy  fuccour  bring ; 

Chrift,  tlie  mighty  one  art  thou, 
Help  for  ail  on  thee  is  laid  ; 

This  is  the  word,  I  claim  it  now, 
Send  me  now  the  promis'd  aid, 


PETITION.  1} 

High  on  thy  Father's  throne, 

0  look  with  pity  down; 
Help,  O  help  !  attend  my  call, 

Captive  lead  captivity : 
King;  of  glory,  Lord  of  all, 

ChriiCbe  Lord,  be  King  to  me. 

1  pant  to  feel  thy  fway, 
And  only  thee  t'obey  : 

Thee  my  fpirit  gafps  to  meet ; 

This  my  one  my  ceafelefs  pray'r, 
Make,  O  make  my  heart  thy  feat ! 

O  fet  up  thy  kingdom  there ! 

Triumph  and  reign  in  me, 

And  fpread  thy  victory  : 
Hell,  and  death,  and  fin  costronl, 

Pride,  and  wrath,  and  ev'rv  foe; 
All  fhbdue:   through  all  my  ibri 

Conq'iing  and  to  conquer  gc. 

HYMN    LXXVH.    CM, 

LORD,  I  believe  tbv  ev'ry  word, 
Thy  ev'ry  promife  tree ; 
And  lo !   I  wait  on  thee,  my  Lord, 
Till  I  my  ftrength  renew. 

If  in  this  feeble  fiefh  I  may 

A  while  ihsw  forth  thy  pr::I!c, 
Jefu,  u:ppc:f  the  tott'ring  clay, 

And  lengthen  est  mydsy^ 

If  fuch  a  worm  as  I  c?.n  fpread 
Thi  common  Saviour's  name, 

Is 


£0  PETITION. 

Let  him  who  rais'd  thee  from  the  dead, 
Quicken  my  mortal  frame. 

4  Still  let  me  live  thy  blood  to  mew, 

Which  purges  ev'ry  (lain; 

And  gladly  linger  cut  below 

A  few  more  years  in  pain. 

5  Spare  me,  till  I  my  ftrength  of  foul, 

Till  I  thv  love  retrieve; 
Till  faith  (hall  make  my  {pint  whole, 
And  perfect  foundnefs  give. 

6  For  this  in  itedfaft  hope  I  wait, 

Now,  Lord,  my  foul  reftorej 
Now  the  new  heav'ns  and  earth  create, 
And  I  mall  fin  no  more. 


L 


HYMN    LXXVIII.    Wrftminfter. 
OVE  divine,  a!!  loves  excelling, 


Joy  of  Kfcav'n  to  earth  come  down; 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  cown: 
Jefu,  thou  art  ah  co&hpafiion, 

Pure  unbounded  love  thou  art; 
Vifit  us  with  thy  falvation, 

Enter  ev'ry  trembling  heart. 

■2  Breathe,  O  breathe  thy  loving  fpirit 

Into  ev'ry  troubled  breads 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit. 

Let  us  find  that  fee ond  reft. 
Take  away  our  bent  of  firming, 

Alpha  and  Omega  be^ 
End  of  faith  as  its  beginning; 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 


PETITION. 

3  Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  ail  thy  life  receive, 
Suddenly  return,  and  never 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave ; 
Thee  we  would  be  always  bleffing, 

Serve  thee  as  thy  hofts  above, 
Pray,  and  praife  thee  -without  ceafing, 

Glory  in  thy  perfect  love. 

4  Finifti  then  thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  fpotlefs  let  us  be; 
Let  us  fee  thy  great  ialvation 

Perfectly  refl&r'd  in  thee ; 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heav'n  we  take  our  place, 
Till  we  call  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Loft  in  wonder,  love,  and  praife ! 

HYMN    LXXIX.    L.  M. 

That  my  load  of  fin  were  gone! 
O  that  I  could  at  hit  iubmit 
At  jefu's  feet  to  lav  it  down  ! 
To  lay  my  foul  at  jefu's  feet ! 

2  vefi:  for  my  foul  J.  long  to  find  : 

Saviour  cf  all,  if  mine  thou  art* 
live  me  ihv  meek  and  lowly-  mind, 
And  ffcamp  thine  image  on  iny  heart, 

3  leak  off  the  yoke  of  in-bred  {in, 

And  fully  let  my  fpirit  free: 
I  inndt  re(v  till  pure  within, 
L  ill  i  am  wholly  I  oft  in  thee. 


?2  PETITION. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God ; 

Thy  light  and  eafy  burden  prove, 
The  crofs  all  ftain'd  with  hallow'd  blood, 
The  labour  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would;  but  thou  muft  give  the  pow'r  j 

My  heart  from  ev'ry  fin  releafe;* 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfecl  peace. 

6  Gome,  Lord,  the  drooping  finner  cheer  I 

Nor  let  thy  chariot-wheels  delay ! 
Appear,  in  my  poor  heart  appear! 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away! 

HYMN     LXXX.      Wcjlminfier. 

1  T    IGHT  of  life,  feraphic  fire, 

JL j  Love  divine,  thyfelf impart! 

Ev'ry  fainting  foul  infpire; 

Shine  in  ev'ry  drooping  heart! 
Ev'ry  mournful  finner  cheer; 

Scatter  all  our  guilty  gloom  I 
Son  of  Goci,  appear,  appear! 

To  thy  human  temples  come. 

2  Come  in  this  accepted  hour ; 

Bring  thy  heav'nly  kingdom  in! 
Fill  us  with  thy  glorious  pow'r, 

Rooting  out  the  feeds  of  fin  : 
Nothing  more  can  we  require  ; 

We  will  covet  nothing  lefs : 
Be  thou  all  our  heart's  defire, 

All  cur  joy,  and  all  our  peace! 


PETITION. 

HYMN    LXXXI.    Foundery, 

3   f~^  CD  of  all  redeeming  grace, 
VJT  By  thy  pard'ning  love  compell'd. 
Up  to  thee  our  fouls  we  raife, 

Up  to  thee  our  bodies  yield: 
Thou  our  facrifice,  receive, 

Acceptable  through  thy  Son, 
While  to  thee  alone  we  live, 

While  we  die  to  thee  alone. 

2  Meet  it  is,  and  jufl  and  right, 

That  we  mould  be  wholly  thin£3 
In  thy  only  will  delight, 

In  thy  blefTed  fervice  join: 
O  that  ev'ry>  work  and  word 

Might  proclaim  how  good  thou  art : 
Holinefs  unto  the  Lord 

Still  be  wrote  upon  our  heart ! 

HYMN    LXXXII.    C.  M. 

1  1  '    ET  him  to  whom  we  now  belong, 
X-J  His  fov'reign  right  affert; 

And  take  up  ev'ry  thankful  fong, 
And  ev'ry  loving  heart. 

2  Ke  juftly  claims  us  for  his  own, 

Who  bought  us  with  a  price! 
The  Chriftian  lives  to  Chrift  alone, 
To  Chriii  alone  he  dies. 

3  Jefus,  thine  own  at  lafl  receive! 

Fulfil  our  heart's  de£re! 

And  It-t  us  to  thy  glory  life* 

.And  ili  thy  taufe  expire. 


I 


S4  PETITION. 

4  Our  fouls  ?.nd  bodies  we  refign  ; 
With  joy  we  render  thee 
Our  All,  no  longer  ours,  but  thine, 
To  all  eternity. 

HYMN    LXXXIII.    iiith  P/ahu 

i    p  EHOLD  the  fervant  of  the  Lord !     * 
£3     1  wait  thy  guiding  eye  to  feel, 
To  hear  and  keep  thy  ev'ry  word, 

To  prove  and  do  thy  perfect  Will ; 
Joyful  from  my  own  works  to  ceafe, 
Glad  to  fulfil  all  righteoufnefs. 

2  Me  if  thy  grace  vouehfafe  to  life, 

Meaneft  of  all  thy  creatures,  me, 
The  dee<k  the  time,  the  manner  chufe, 

Let  ail  my  fruit  be  found  of  thee  : 
Let  all  my  works  in  thee  be  wrought, 
By  thee  to  full  perfection  brought. 

3  Mv  ev'ry  weak,  though  good  defign, 

G'er-rule,  or  change,  as  teems  thee  meet 
Jefu,  let  all  my  work  be  thine! 

Thy  work,  O  Lord,  is  all  complete, 
And  pleading  in  thy  Lather's  fight : 
Thou  only  haft  done  all  things  right. 

4  Here  then  to  tree  thy  own  f  leave, 

Mould  as  thou  wilt  thy  paflive  clay  j 
But  let  me  all  thy  ftamp  receive, 

But  let  me  ail  thy  words  obey  ; 
Serve  wiih  a  fingle  heart  and  eye, 
And  to  thy  glory  live  and  die. 


PETITION. 

HYMN     LXXXIV.     Dedication. 
I    T^ATHER,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghofr, 
X       One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One., 
As  by  the  celetfial  holt, 

Let  thy  will  on  earth  be  done  ; 
Praife  by  all  to  thee  be  giv'n, 
Glorious  Lord  of  earth  and  heav'n. 

z  If  fo  poor  a  worm  as  I 

May  to  thy  great  glory  live, 

All  ray  adiens  fanftify, 

All  ray  words  and  thoughts  receive  : 

Claim  me  for  thy  fervice,  chum 

All  I  have,  and  all  I 


am. 


3  Take  ray  foul  and  body's  pow'rs ; 

Take  rny  mem'ry.  mind,  and  will; 
AH  my  goods,  and  al!  mv  hours, 

Ali'lknow,  and  all  I  feel; 
All  I  think,  cr  fpeak,  or  do  : 
Take  ray  heart;  but  make  it  new  ! 

4  Now,  C  God.  thy  own  I  am  ! 

Now  I  gi^e  thee  back  tliy  own  ; 
Freedom,  friends,  and  herd:!:,  and  iams3 

Conftcrate  to  thee  a'ione : 
Thine  I  live,  thrice  happy  I ; 
Happier  nib  if  thine- 1  die! 

£  Father,  Son,  and  £oly  GhoM, 

One  in  Thrtre,  and  Three  in  One, 
As  by  the  cclcjtial  hell, 

Let  thy  will  on  earth  be  done  : 
PrafU:  by  all  to  thee  he  gi':n. 
Glorious  Lord  c-i  earth  and  Lcav'n* 


86  PETITION. 

HYMN    LXXXV.    S.  M. 

i         TESU,  my  truth,  my  way, 
kJ    My  fuie  unerring  light, 
On  t:~:ee  my  feeble  fteps  i  ftay, 

Which  thou  wilt  guide  aright. 

2  My  vlid cm  and  my  guide, 

My  counfellor  thou  art : 
O  never  let  me  leave  thy  fide, 
Or  from  thy  paths  depart. 

3  I  "ift  my  eyes  to  thee, 

Thou  gracious,  bleeding  Lamb, 
That  I  may  now  enhghten'd  be, 

And  never  put  to  ihame. 

4  Never  will  I  remove 

Out  of  thy  hands  my  caufe, 
But  reft  in  thy  redeeming  love, 

And  hang  upon  thy  crofs. 

5  Teach  me  the  happy  art, 

In  all  things  to  depend 

Cn  thee  :  O  never,  Lord,  depart, 

But  love  me  to  the  end. 

6  Still  ilir  me  up  to  {'.rive 

With  thee  in  ftrength  divine ; 
And  ev'ry  moment,  Lord,  revive 
This  fainting  foul  cf  mine. 

7  Per  fill  to  fave  mv  foul 

Throughout  the  fi'ry  hour, 
Till  I  am  ev'ry  whit  made  whole, 
And  mow  forth  ali  thy  pow'r. 

8  Through  fire  and  water  bring 

Into  the  wealthy  place; 


PETITION.  87 

And  teach  me  the  new  fong  to  fing, 
When  perfeded  in  grace  ! 

g       O  make  me  all  like  thee, 
Before  I  hence  remove  : 
Settle,  confirm,  and  Ixablifh  me, 
And  build  me  up  in  love. 

10     Let  me  thy  witnefs  live, 

When  fin  is  all  deftroy'd; 
And  then  my  fpotlefs  foul  receive, 
And  take  me  home  to  God, 

HYMN    LXXXVI.    Brentford* 

%       T    O  in  thy  hand  I  lay, 

J_j  And  wait  thy  will  to  prove, 
JVly  potter,  ftamp  on  me  thy  clay 
Thy  only  ftamp  of  love ! 
Be  this  my  whole  defire, 
I  know  that  it  is  thine; 
Then  kindle  in  my  foul  a  fire, 
Which  (hall  for  ever  mine. 

%      Thy  gracious  readinefs 

To  fave  mankind  affert ;  . 
Thy  image,  love,  thy  name  imprefs, 
Thy  nature  on  my  heart! 
Bowels  of  mercy,  hear, 
Into  my  foul  come  down  ; 
Let  it  throughout  my  life  appear, 
That  I  have  Chrift  put  on. 

3       O  plant  in  me  thy  mind  ! 
O  fix  in  me  thy  home ! 
So  fhall  I  cry  to  all  mankind, 
Come,  to  the  waters  come ! 


$3  PETITION. 

Jefus  is  full  of  grace  : 
To  all  his  bowels  move  : 
Behold  in  me,  ye  fallen  race, 
That  God  is  only  love  ! 

HYMN    LXXXVII.    L.  M. 

1  f'^  RE  AT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim; 
\  T  Re  thou  ray  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft! 
The  glories  that  compofe  thy  name, 

Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  bleft. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  juft  and  wife, 

Thou  art  mv  Father,  and  ray  God! 
Ani  I  am  thine,  by  facred  ties, 

Thy  fon,  thy  fervant  bought  with  blood* 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 

For  thee  I  lone,  to  thee  I  look, 
As  travellers  in  thirfty  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water-brook. 

4  Even  life  itfelf,  without  thy  love, 

No  laiHng  pJcafure  can  afford  ; 
Yea,  'twould  a  tirefome  burthen  prove, 
If  I  were  banifh'd  from  thee,  Lord  ! 

5  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  my  voice. 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praife; 
This  work  mall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  fpend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

HYMN    LXXXVIII.    L.  M. 

i   f\  THOU,  to  wfcofe  all-fearehing  fight 
XJ?  The  darknefs  mineth  as  the  light, 

Search,  pro.-p  my  heart,  it  pants  for  thee  J 
O  burft  thefe  bonds,  and  fet  it  free ! 


PETITION. 

2  Waft  out  its  flams,    refine  its  drofs, 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  crofs ! 
Hallow  each  thought ;   let  all  within 
Be  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darkfome  wild  I  ffray, 

Ee  thou  my  light,  be  thou  my  way  ; 

No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

No  fraud,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  rifing  floods  my  foul  o'erflow, 
When  finks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe* 
Jefu,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raife  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

$  Saviour,  where'er  thy  fteps  I  fee, 
Dauntlefs,  untir'd  I  follow  thee! 
O  let  thy  hand  fupport  me  fliil, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill ! 

6  If  rough  and  thorny  be  the  way, 
My  ftrength  proportion  to  my  day ; 
Till  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  mall  ceafe, 
Where  all  is  calm,  and  joy,  and  peace. 

HYMN    LXXXIX.    L.M. 

I     TESUS,  thou  everlafting  king, 

I    Accept  the  tribute  which  ue  bring, 
Accept  thy  well-deferv'd  renown, 
And  wear  our  praifes  a*  thy  crown. 

2  Let  every  aft  of  worfhip  be 

Like  cur  efpoufals,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
Like  the  blefc  hour,  when  from  above 
We  firfr,  receiv'd  the  pledge  of  love. 


ejo  PETITION. 

3  The  gladnefs  of  that  happy  day, 
O  may  it  ever,  ever  flay ! 

Nor  let  our  faith  forfake  its  hold, 
Nor  hope  decline,  nor  love  grow  cold  I 

4  Each  following  minute  as  it  flies, 
Increafe  thy  praife,  improve  our  joys, 
Till  we  are  rais'd  to  fmg  thy  name 
At  the  great  fupper  of  the  Lamb. 

H'YMN    XC.      Pnffion. 

1  /^OME,  Lord,  from  above,     . 
\^>  The  mountains  rem 

O'erturn  all  that  hinders  the  courfe  of  thy  love: 

My  bofom  infpire, 

Ink  indie  the  fire, 
And  wrap  my  whole  foul  in  the  flames  of  defire. 

2  I  languifh  and  pine 
For  the  comfort  divine, 

O  when  faall  I  fay,  "  My  beloved  is  mine! 
■'  I  have  chofe  the  good  part, 
"  My  portion  thou  art,  [heart." 

"  O  love,   I  have  found  thee,  O  God,  in  my 

3  For  this  rav  heart  fighs, 
Nothing  elfe  can  fuffice; 

How,  Lord,  can  I  purchafe  the  pearl  of  great 
j t  cannot  be  bought  [price ? 

And  thou  know'il  I  have  no>; 

Not  an  aclion,  a  word,  or  a  truly  good  thought, 

4  But  I  hear  a  voice  fa\ , 
Without  money  you  may 

Receive  it,  whoever  hath  nothing  to  pay .. 


PETITION.  y* 

Who  on  Jefus  relies,  * 
Without  money  or  price, 
The  pearl  of  forgivenefs  and  holinefs  buys, 

5  The  bleffing  is  free, 
So,  Lord,  let  it  be;* 

1  yield  that  thy  love  mould  be  given  to  me. 

I  freely  receive, 
What  thou  freely  doft  give, 
And  con  fen  t  in  thy  love,  in  thine  Eden  to  live* 

6  The  gift  I  embrace, 

The  giver  I  praife, 
And  afcribe  my  falvaticn  to  jefus's  grace; 

It  came  from  above,, 

The  foretaite  I  prove, 
Alld  I  foon  mall  receive  all  thy  fulnefs  of  love* 

HYMN    XCI.     S.  M. 

i  A    ND  can  I  vet  delay 

l\  My  little 'all  to  give  ? 
To  tear  my  foul  from  earth  away, 
For  Jefus  to  receive  ? 
Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield! 
I  can  hold  out  no  more; 
I  link,  my  dying  love  ccmpell'd, 
.  And  own  thee  conqueror  ! 

2  Though  late  I  all  forfake, 
My  friends,  my  all  re%n« 

Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O  take^ 

And  feal  me  ever  thine ! 

Come,  and  poffefs  me  whole, 

Nor  hence  again  remove: 
Settle  and  iix  my  vvav'ring  foul 

With  aii  thy  weight  of  love. 


$*  PETITION. 

3       My  one  defire  be  this, 
Thy  only  love  to  know; 
To  feek  and  taite  no  other  blifs, 
No  other  good  below. 
My  life,  my  portion  thou, 
Thou  all-fufficient  art, 
My  hope,   my  heav'n'ly  treafure,  now 
Enter  and  keep  my  heart ! 

HYMN    XCII.     Shepherd  flfraei. 

1  i  1  "HOU  Shepherd  of  Ifrael,  a.nc1  mine, 

JL     The  joy  and  defire  of  my  heart, 
For  eloier  communion  I  pine', 

I  long-  to  refide  where  thou  art: 
The  paiiiirel  languim  to  find, 

Where  all  who  their  Shepherd  obey, 
Arc  fed,  on  thy  bofora  reclin'd, 

Are  fcreen'u  from  the  heat  of  the  day. 

2  Ah !  (hew  me  that  happieft  place, 

That  place  of  thy  people's  abode, 
Where  faints  in  an  extacy  gaze, 

And  hang  on  a  cruelly 'd  God  : 
Thy  love  for  a  firmer  declare, 

Thy  palfion  and  death  on  the  tree; 
My  fpirit  to  Calvary  bear, 

To  fuiFer  and  triumph  with  thee. 

3  'Tis  there,  with  the  lambs  of  thy  flocks 

There  only  I  covet  to  reft. 
To  lie  at  the  foot  of  the  rock, 
Wi  rife  to  be  \id  in  thy  bre»ft  : 


PETITION.  93 


*Tis  there  I  would  always  abide* 
And  never  a  moment  depart ; 

Conceal' d  in  the  cleft  of  thy  fide, 
Eternally  held  in  thy  heart. 


HY 

MN    XC 

III. 

Oi 

JESUS, 

my  Lord, 

atfer 

d 

J  Thrf 

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jre's  cry 

And  fiiew  th) 

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And  fet 

me  up  on 

iii^h. 

eyt 


id, 


From  hell's  oppreffive  pow'r 
My  ftruggling  foul  releafe  ; 
And  to  thy  Father's  grace  reitore, 
And  to  thy  perfecVpeace. 

Thy  blood  and  righteoufnefs 
I  make  my  only  plea  ; 
My  prefent  and  eternal  peace 

Are  both  deriv'd  from  thee. 
Rivers  of  life  divine 

From  thee,  their  fountam,,  flow. 
And  all  who  know  that  love  of  thine 
The  joy  of  angels  know. 

(Some  then,  impute,  impart 
To  me  thy  righteoufnefs, 
And  let  me  tarle  how  good  thou  art, 
How  full  of  truth  and  grace  : 
That  thou  can'il  here  forgive,* 
Grant  me  to  teflify, 
And  juftined  by  faith  to  live, 
And  in  that  faitfi  to  die. 


94  PETITION. 

HYMN   XCIV.    CM. 

i    T3EING  of  Beings,  God  of  love, 
.A3  To  thee  our  hearts  we  raife; 
Thy  ali-fijitaining  power  we  prove, 
And  gladly  fing  thy  praife. 

2  Thine,  wholly  thine,  we  pant  to  be, 

Our  lacrifice  receive; 
Made,  and  preferv'd,  and  fav'd  by  thee, 
To  thee  ourfelves  we  give. 

3  Heav'n-ward  our  ev'ry  wifh  afpires, 

For  all  thy  mercy's  ftore. 
The  fole  return  thy  love  requires 
Is  that  we  afk  for  more. 

4  For  more  we  a(k ;  we  open  then 

Our  hearts  t'embrace  thy  will : 
Turn  and  beget  us,  Lord,  again: 
With  all  thy  fulnefs  fill. 

5  Come,  Holy  Ghoft,  the  Saviour's  love 

Shed  in  our  hearts  abroad ! 
So  fhall  we  ever  live  and  move, 
And  be  wiih  Chriit  in  God. 


i   f^%  Sun 
\J  Wi 


HYMN    XCV.    CM. 

n  of  Righteoufncfs,  arife 


1th  healing  in  thy  wing; 
.    To  my  idifeas'd,  my  fainting  foul, 
Life  and  falvation  bring. 

z  Thefe  clouds  of  pride  and  fin  difpel 
By  thy  all-piercing  beam ; 
Lighten  mine  eves  with  faith,  my  heart 
With  holy  hope  inflame,. 


PETITION. 

I  My  mind  by  thy  all-quick'ning  pow'r 
From  low  defires  fet  free ; 
Unite  my  fcatter'd  thoughts,  and  fix 
My  love  entire  on  thee. 

j.  Father,  thy  long-loft  fon  receive : 
Saviour,  thy  purchafe  own  ; 
Bleit  Comforter,  with  peace  and  joy 
Thy  new-made  creature  crown. 

*  Eternal,  undivided  Lord, 
Co-equal  One  and  Three, 
On  thee  all  faith,  all  hope  be  plac'd, 
All  love  be  paid  to  thee. 

HYMN     XCVI.     Plymouth 

SON  of  God,  thy  bl effing  grant, 
Still  fupply  our  ev'ry  want; 
Tree  of  Life,  thy  influence  fhed, 
With  thy  fap  my  fpirit  feed. 

:  Tendereft  branch,  alas !  am  I, 
Wither  without  tbee  and  die,  • 
Weak  as  helplefs  infancy  ; 
O  confirm  my  foul  in  thee. 

;  Unfuftain'd  by  thee  I  fall ; 
Send  the  help  for  which  I  call ; 
Weaker  than  a  broiled  reed, 
Help  I  ev'ry  moment  need. 

.  All  my  hopes  on  thee  depend ; 
Love  me,  fave,  me  to  the  end  : 
Give  me  the  continuing:  grace  | 
Take  the  everlaitin^  praife. 


S5  PETITION. 

HYMN    XCVII.    PljMuab 

1  1 "    ORD,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
JL_j  At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow  ; 
O!   do  not  our  fuir  difdain, 

Shall  we  leek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  fouls  depend, 
In  companion  now  defcend, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  fing  thy  praife. 

j  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Nov/  we  feek  thee,  here  we  (lay ; 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go. 
Till  a  bkffiflg  thou  be. How. 

4  Send  fome  mefToge  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  aiTord; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Fuil  falvation  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  thofe  who  weep  and  mourfi, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 

Thofe  that  are  call  down  lift  up ; 
Make  them  ftrong  in  faith  and  hope  I 

$  Grant  that  all  may  feek,  and  find 
Thee  a  gracious  God,  and  kind  : 
Heal  the  h'ck,  the  captive  free ; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee ! 

HYMN    XCVIII.     Whitefidd'i 
i   /~10ME,  thou  Almighty  King, 
V>  Help  us  thy  name  to  fing, 
Help  us  \q  praife  1 


PETITION.  $7 


Father  al!-glorious, 
O'er  aH  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  days. 

Jefus,  our  Lord,  arife, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

And  make  them  fall  I 
Let  thine  almighty  aid 
Our  fure  defence  he  made. 
Our  fouls  on  thee  be  itay'd  : 

Lord,  hear  our  call. 

Come,  thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  fw©rd, 

Our  pray'r  attend ; 
Come,  and  thy  people  blefs5 
And  give  thy  word  fuccefsj 
Spirk  of  holinefs 

On  us  defcend. 

Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  facred  witnefs  bear 

In  this  glad  hour  : 
Thou  who  almighty  art,  ' 
Now  rule  in  ev'ry  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  cf  pow'r. 

To  the  great  One  in  Three 
Eternal  praifes  be, 

Hence — evermore ! 
His  {by 'reign  Majcl^y 
May  we  in  glory  feel 
Av-d.  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 

F   2 


gt  PETITION. 

HYMN    XCIX.   L.  M. 

i   /~\F  him  w^°  did  falvation  bring, 
V_/   I  could  for  ever  think  and  fing  ; 
Arife,  ye  guilty,  he'll  forgive ; 
Arife,  ye  needy,  he'll  relieve. 

2  Afk  but  his  grace,  and  lo  !  'tis  given; 
Afk,  and  he  turns  your  hell  to  heaven  : 
Tho'  fin  and  for  row  wound  my  foul, 
Jefu,  thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 

3  To  fhame  our  fins  he  blufh'd  in  blood, 
He  clos'd  his  eyes  to  fhew  us  God ; 
Let  all  the  world  fall  down  and  know 
That  none  but  God  fuch  love  could  fhowv 

4  'Tis  thee  I  love,  for  thee  alone 

I  fned  my  tears  and  make  my  moan  ; 
Where'er  I  am,  where'er  I  move> 
I  meet  the  object  of  my  love. 

c;  Infatiate  to  this  fpring  I  fly  ; 
I  drink,  and  yet  am  ever  drv ; 
Ah  !  who  againft  thy  charms  is  proof! 
Ah !  who  that  loves  can  love  enough  ! 

HYMN     C.     FmerJ. 
i    TJJTOW  tedious  and  taftclefs  the  hours, 
X  JL     When  Jefus  no  longer  i  fee  , 
Sweet  profpecls,  fweet  birds,  andf-veet  fiow'rs. 

Have  all  loft  their  fweetnefs  vvith  me  : 
The  mid-fummer  fun  francs  but  dim, 

The  fields  itrive  in  vain  to  look  gay  ; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December's  as  pleafaht  as  May* 


PETITION. 

t  His  name  yields  the  richeft  perfume, 

And  fweeter  than  muiic  his  voice ; 
His  prefence  difperfes  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 
I  mould,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wifh  or  to  fear; 
No  mortal  fo  happy  as  I, 

My  fummer  would  laft  all  the  year. 
3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  All  to  his  pleafure  refign'd, 
No  changes  of  feafon  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mini: 
While  blefs'd  with  a  fenfe  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear ; 
And  prifons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jefus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 
4.  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  [  am  thine. 

If  thou  art  my  fun  and  my  long; 
Sav,  why  do  I  langaifh  and  pine. 

And  why  are  my  winters  fo  long  ? 
Q  drive  thefe  dark  clouds  from  my  Iky, 

Thy  foul-cheering  prefence  r cftore  ; 
Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high,    - 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more, 

HYMN     CI.      St,  Peterh. 
1    jT^OME,  thou  Fount  of  ev'rv  biellingv 
\_y     Tune  my  heart  to  ling  thy  grace  \ 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceafing, 

Call  for  fongs  of  .louder!  nraife: 
Teach  me  fomc  melodious  fonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  : 
Praife  the  mount — I'm  fix'd  upon  it* 
Mount  of  thy  redeeming  iove ! 
?3* 


ioo  PETITION* 

2  Here  I'll  raife  mine  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come; 
And  I  hope  by  thy  good  pleafure 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jefus  fought  me  when  a  ftranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  - 
He,  to  refcue  me  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  his  precious  blood  ! 

3  O !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  conftrain'd  to  be  ! 
Let  thy  goodnefs,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee ; 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it, 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 
Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  feal  it; 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above ! 

HYMN    CII.    L.  M. 

J     TESUS,  from  whom  all  bleflings  flow, 
«J    Great  builder  cf  thy  church  below, 
If  now  thy  Spirit  moves  my  bread, 
Hear,  and  fulfil  thine  own  requeft. 

2  The  few  that  truly  call  thee  Lord, 
And  wait  thy  falsifying  word, 
And  thee  their  utmoft  Saviour  own, 
Unite,  and  perfeft  them  in  one. 

3  O  let  them  all  thy  mind  exprefs, 
Stand  forth  thy  chofen  witnefles  ; 
Thy  pow'r  unto  falvation  mow, 
And. perfect  holinefs  below. 

4  In  them  let  all  mankind  behold 
How  Chriftians  liv'd  in  days  of  old; 


PETITION.  ioi 

Mighty  their  envious  foes  to  move, 
A  proverb  of  reproach — and  love. 

5  O  might  my  lot  be  caft  with  thefe, 
The  lenft  of  Jefu's  witnefles  ! 

O  that  my  Lord  would  count  me  meet 
To  warn  his  dear  difciples'  feet ! 

6  This  only  thing  do  I  reqaire  ; 

Thou  know'ft  'tis  all  my  heart's  deiire; 
Freely  what  I  receive  to  give, 
The  fervant  of  thy  church  to  live  : 

7  After  my  lowly  Lord  to  go, 
And  wait  upon  thy  faints  below, 
Enjoy  the  grace  to  angels  giv  n, 
And  ferve  the  royal  heirs  of  heav'n. 

g  Lord,  if  I  now  thy  drawings  feel, 
And  aik  according  to  thy  will; 
Confirm  the  pray'r,  the  leal  impart, 
And  fpeak'  the  anfwer  to  my  heart. 

2  Tell  me,  or  thou  fhalt  never  go, 
"  Thy  prayer  is  heard  ;  it  fhali  be  Co.* 
The  word  hath  pafs'd  thy  lips,  and  I 
Shall  with  thy  people  live  and  die. 

HYMN     CUT.     Kivgsiv-od. 

EVER  fainting  with  defire, 
For  thee,  O  Chrift,  I  call ! 
Thee  I  reiilefsly  rcqu:rc, 

I  want  my  God,  my  AH. 
jefu,  der.r  redeeming  Lord, 

I  wait  thy  coming  from  above; 
Help  me.  Saviour,  freak  the  word,, 
And  pcrlcQ  me  in  love. 


*o*  PETITION. 

2  Wilt  thou  fufFer  me  to  go 

Lamenting  all  my  days  ? 
Shall  I  never,  never  know 

Thy  fan  edifying  grace? 
Wilt  thou  not  the  light  afford, 

The  darknefs  from  my  foul  remove ■? 
Kelp  me,  Saviour,  fpeak  the  word, 

And  perfect  me  in  love. 

3  Lord,  if  I  on  thee  believe, 

The  fiecond  gift  impart; 
With  tV  indwelling  Spirit  give 

A  new,  a  contrite  heart : 
If  with  love  thy  heart  is  ftor'd, 

If  now  o'er  me  thy  bowels  move, 
Help  me,  Saviour,  fpeak  t';e  word., 

And  perfect;  me  in  love. 

4  Let  me  gain  my  calling's  hope, 

O  make  the  (inner  clean  ! 
Dry  corruption's  fountain  up, 

Cut  off  th'  intail  of  fin  : 
Take  me  into  thee,  my  Lord, 

And  J  (hail  then  no  longer  rove  : 
Help  me,  Saviour,  {peak  the  word,. 

And  perfect  me  in  love. 

5  Thou,  my  life,  my  treafure  be, 

My  portion  here  below  ! 
Nothing  would  I  feek  but  thee, 

Thee  only  would  I  know  ; 
My  exceeding  great  reward, 

My  heav'n  on  earth,  my  heav'n  above 
Help  me,  Saviour,  fpcnk  the  word, 

And  perfect  me  in  love. 


"PETITION.  103 

Grant  me  now  the  blifs  to  feel 

Of  thofe  that  are  in  thee ; 
Son  of  God,  thyfelf  reveal, 

Engrave  thy  name  on  me  : 
As  in  heav'n  be  here  ador'd, 

And  let  me  now  the  promife  prove  ; 
Kelp  me,  Saviour,  fpeak  the  word, 

An  d  perfect  me  in  love. 

HYMN    CIV.     CM. 

MY  God,  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine, 
And  will  not  quit  my  claim. 
Till  all  I  have  is  loft  in  thine, 
And  all  renew 'd  I  am. 

I  hold  thee  with  a  trembling  hand, 

And  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  ftedfafily  by  faith  I  txand, 

And  all  thy  goodnefs  know. 

Jefu,  thine  all-vi&orious  love 

Shed  in  my  heart  abroad  ! 
Then  fhali  my  feet  no  longer  rove* 

Rooted  and  nVd  in  God. 

O  that  in  me  the  facred  fire 

Might  now  begin  to  glow  ! 
Burn  up  the  drofs  of  bafe  defire, 

And  make  the  mountains  flow  I 

O  that  it  now  from  heav'n  might  fall, 

And  all  my  fins  confume  : 
Come,  Holy  Ghofl,  for  thee  I  call, 

Spirit  of  burning,  come. 


tci  PETITION. 

6  Refining  fire,  go  chrcugh  my  heart. 

Illuminate  my  foul  ; 
Scatter  thy  life  through  ev'ry  part, 
And  fan&ii'y  the  whole. 

7  Sorrow  and  fin  fhall  then  expire, 

When  enter'd  into  reft, 
I  only  live  my  Gcd  t'admire, 
My  God  for  ever  bleft. 

S  My  ftedfaft  fotrl,  from  falling  free, 
Shall  then  no  longer  move; 
B.it  Chrift  he  all  the  world  to  me, 
And  all  my  heart  be  love. 

HYMN      CV.     Shepherd  of  Ifrael. 

1  "^  I  THAT  now  is  my  object  and  aim  ? 

V  V     What  now  is  mv  hope  and  defire  ? 
To  follow  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

And  after  his  image  afpire. 
hly  hope  is  ill  center'd  in  thee  ; 

1  trull  to  recover  thy  love ; 
On  earth  thy  falvation  to  fee, 

And  then  to  enjoy  thee  above. 

2  I  thirfl:  for  a  life -giving  God, 

A  God  that  on  Calvary  dy'd; 
A  fountain  of  water  and  blood, 

Which  gufla'd  from  Immanuel's  fide! 
I  gafp  for  the  ftream  of  thy  love, 

The  {pi rit  of  raptore  ttnkn  >wn  ; 
And  then  to  re-drink  it  aho\  e, 

Eternal!)  freih  from  the  throne. 


PETITION 


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HYMN     CVI.     Bradford. 

JESU,  thy  hounulefs  love  to  me 
No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  declare j 
O  knit  my  thjiikful  heart  to  thee, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there  ! 
Thine  wholly,  thine  alone  1  am  ; 
Be  thou  alone  my  conftant  flame  ! 

O  grant  that  nothing  in  my  foul 

May  dwell  but  thy  pure  love  alone  ! 

O  may  thy  love  poffefs  me  whole  I 

My  joy,  my  treafure,  and  my  crown  ; 

Strange  flames  far  from  my  heart  remove  j 

My  ev'ry  aft,  word,  thought,  be  love. 

O  love,  how  cheering  is  thy  ray ! 

Ail  pain  before  thy  prefcnee  flies; 
Care,  anguiih,  furrow,  melt  away, 

Where'er  thy  healing  beams  arife  j 
O  Jefu,  nothing  may  I  fee, 
Nothing  defire  or  feek  but  thee  ! 

Unweary'd  may  I  this  purfue, 
Dauntlefs  to  the  high  prize  aspire  : 

Hourly  within  my  foul  renew 

This  holy  flame,  this  heav'rjy  fire: 

And  day  and  night  be  all  my  care 

To  guard  this  facred  treafure  there. 

O  that  I  as  a  little  child 

May  follow  thee  and  never  reft, 

Till  fweetly  thon  haft  breath'd  thy  mild 
And  lowly  mind  into  my  breaft  ! 

Nor  ever  may  we  parted  be, 

Till  I  become  one  fpir't  with  thee. 


106  PETITION. 

6  Still  let  thy  love  point  out  my  way ; 

How  wond'rous  things  thy  love  hath  wrought 
Still  lead  me,  left  I  go  aftray  ; 

Dirccl  my  word,  infpire  my  thought : 
And  if  I  fall,  Toon  may  I  hear 
Thy  voice,  and  know  that  love  is  near, 

7  In  fuff'ring  be  thy  love  my  peace, 

In  weaknefs  be  thy  love  my  pow'r  : 
And  when  the  ftorms  of  life  mall  ceafe, 

Jefu,  in  that  important  hour, 
In  death,  as  life,  be  thou  my  guide, 
And  fave  me,  who  for  me  haft  dy'd  ! 

HYMN    CVII.    L.  M. 

i    TTOLY,  and  true,  and  righteous  Lord, 
ll     I  wait  tc  prove  thy  perfect  will ; 
Be  mindful  of  thy  gracious  word, 
And  ftamp  me  with  thy  Spirit's  feal, 

2  Open  my  faith's  interior  eye  : 

Difplay  toy  glory  from  above  ; 
And  all  I  am  mall  fink  and  die, 
Loft  in  aitonifnment  and  love  ! 

3  Confound,  o'erpow'r  me  by  thy  grace  : 

I  would  be  by  myfelf  abhorr'd  : 
All  might,  all  majefty,  all  praife, 
All  glory  be  to  Chrift  my  Lord ! 

4  Now  let  me  gain  perfection's  height; 

Now  let  me  into  nothing  fall, 
As  lefs  than  nothing  in  thy  fight, 
And  feel  that  Chrift  is.  all  in  all ! 


PETITION.  105 

HYMN    CVIII.    Hothavi. 

1  QAVIOURoftheiin-fckfoul, 
k3  Give  me  faith  to  make  me  whble  : 
Finifn  thy  great  work  of  grace  ! 
Cut  it  lhort  in  righteoufnefs. 

z  Speak  thefecond  time  "  Be  clean!'* 
Take  away  my  inbred  iin ; 
Ev'ry  Humbling  block  remove ; 
Caft  it  out  by  perfect  love. 

3  Nothing  lefs  will  1  require, 
Nothing  more  can  I  deli  re  : 
None  but  Chrift  to  me  be  giv'n  ! 
None  but  Chrift  in  earth  or  heav'n. 

4.  O  that  I  might  now  decreafe ! 
O  that  all  I  am  might  ceafe  1 
Let  me  into  nothing  fall ! 
Let  my  Lord  be  all  in  all ! 

HYMN    CIX.    CM. 

1  1 '    ORD,  I  believe  a  reft  remains 
JL^  To  all  thy  people  known, 

A  reft,  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 
And  thou  art  lov'd  alone. 

2  A  reft,  where  all  our  foul's  defire 

Is  fixt  on  things  above  ; 
Where  fear,  and  lin,  and  grief  expire, 
Caft  out  by  perfect  love. 

O  that  I  now  the  reft  might  know, 

Believe,  and  enter  in ! 
Now,  Saviour,  now  the  pow'r  beftovv, 

And  let  me  ceafe  from  fin, 
G 


its  PETITION. 

4  Remove  this  hardnefs  from  my  heart, 

This  unbelief  remo\e  ; 
To  me  the  reft  of  faith  impart, 
The  fabbath  of  thy  love. 

5  I  would  be  thine,  thou  know 'ft  I  would, 

And  have  thee  all  my  own  : 
Thee,  O  my  aii-fuiiicient  good, 
1  want,   and  thee  alone. 

6  Thy  name  to  me,  thy  nature  grant! 

This,  only  this,  begiv'n; 

Nothing  befidc  my  God  I  want, 

Nothing  in  earth  or  heav'n. 

7  Come,  O  my  Saviour,  come  away, 

Into  my  foul  defeend  ! 
No  longer  from  thy  creature  ftay, 
My  author,  and  my  end! 

8  Come,  Father,  Sen,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 

And  feal  me  thine  abode  ; 
Let  all  I  am  in  thee  be  ioit, 
Let  afi  be  loft  in  God  ! 

KYMN    CX.     C.  M. 

i   f^\  Joyful  found  of  gofpel -grace, 
V_/  Chriit.  fhall  in  me  appear ! 

I,  even  I,  (hall  fee  his  face; 
I  fnall  l>e  "holy  here. 
I  The  glorious  crown  of  righteoufnefs 

To  me  reach'd  cur  I  view  ; 
Conqu'ror  through  him,  I  foon  fha'l  feize 
And  wear  it  as  my  due. 

j  The  promis'd  land  from  Pifgah's  top 
i  now  exult  to  fee ; 


PETITION.  103 

My  hope  is  full  (O  glorious  hope  !) 
Of  immortality. 

4  He  vifits  now  this  houfe  of  clay  ; 

He  (hakes  his  future  home  : 
O  would'ft  thou,  Lord,  on  this  glad  day, 
Into  thy  temple  come. 

5  With  me,  I  know,  I  feel  thou  art, 

But  this  cannot  fuffice, 
Unlefs  thou  planteft  in  my  heart 
A  conftant  paradife. 

6  My  earth  thou  wat'reft  from  on  high, 

But  make  it  all  a  pool  : 

Spring  up,  O  well,  I  ever  cry, 

Spring  up  within  my  foul. 

7  Come,  O  my  God,  thyfelf  reveal ! 

Fill  all  this  mighty  void  ; 
Thou  only  canft  my  fpirit  fill  ; 
Come,  O  my  God,  my  God ! 
§  Fulfil,  fulfil  my  large  defires, 
Large  as  infinity  ! 
Give,  jgive  me  all  my  foul  requires, 
All,  all  that  is  in  thee ! 

HYMN     CXI.     CM. 

1  TESUS  hath  dy'd  that  I  might  live, 
J    Might  live  to  God  alone ; 

In  him  eternal  life  receive, 
And  be  in  fpirit  one. 

2  Saviour,  I  thank  thee  for  the  grace, 

'1  he  gift  nr:  peakable ; 
And  wait  with  arms  of  faith  '/embrace, 
And  all  thy  love  to  fzd. 


trio  PETITION. 

3  My  foul  breaks  out  in  ftrong  defire, 

The  perfect  blifs  to  prove  ; 
My  longing  heart  is  all  on  fire 
To  bediiTolv'd  in  love. 

4  Give  me  thyfelf,  from  ev'ry  boaft, 

From  ev'ry  with  fet  free; 
Let  all  I  ara  in  thee  be  loft, 
But  give  thyfelf  to  me. 

5  Thy  gifts,  alas!  can  not  fufKce, 

Unlefs  thyfelf  be  giv'n ; 
Thy  prefence  makes  my  paradife, 
And  where  thou  art  is  heav'n ! 

HYMN    CXII.     SnvwfieWi*  , 

1  r  I  1HOU  great  myfterious  God  unknown, 

JL     Whofe  love  hath  gently  led  me  on, 
Ev'n  from  my  infant  days; 
Mine  inmoft  foul  expofe  to  view, 
And  tell  me  if  I  never  knew 
Thy  justifying  grace. 

2  If  I  have  only  known  thy  fear, 
And  follow'd  with  an  heart  iincere, 

Thy  drawings  from  above; 
Now,  now  the  farther  grace  beftow, 
And  let  my  fprinkled  confcience  know. 

Thy  fweet  forgiving  love. 

3  Short  of  thy  love  I  would  not  ftop, 
A  ftranger  to  the  gofpel-hope, 

The  fenfe  of  fin  for'giv'n  : 
I  would  not,  Lord,  my  foul  deceive, 
Without  thy  inward  witnefs  live, 

That  antepait  of  heav'n. 


PETITION.  in 

4  If  now  the  witnefs  were  in  me, 
Would  he  not  teftify  of  thee, 

In  jefus  reconciled  ? 
And  fhould  I  not  with  faith  draw  nigh, 
And  boldly  Abba  Father  cry, 

I  know  myfelf  thy  child  ? 

5  Ah !  never  let  thy  fervant  reft, 
Till  of  my  part  in  Chrift  poflcft, 

I  on  thy  mercy  feed  : 
Unworthy  of  the  crumbs  that  fall, 
Yet  rais'd  by  him  who  dy'd  for  all, 

To  eat  the  children's  bread,    i 

6  Whatever  obftrufts  thy  pard'ning  love, 
Or  fin  or  righteoufnefs  remove, 

Thy  glory  to  difplay  ; 
Mine  heart  of  unbelief  convince. 
And  now  abfolve  me  from  my  fins, 

And  take  them  all  away,  t 

HYMN   CXIII.   L.  M. 

j  TV  TY  hope,  my  All,  my  Saviour  thou, 
!VA  To  thee,  lo !  now  my  foul  I  bow, 
I  feel  the  blifs  thy  wounds  impart, 
I  find  thee,  Saviour,  in  my  heart. 

2  Be  thou  my  ftrength,  be  thou  my  way, 
Protect  me  through  my  life's  fhort  day  ; 
In  all  my  ads  may  wifdom  guide, 
And  keep,  me  Saviour,  near  thy  fide. 

3  Correct,  reprove,  and  comfort  me; 
As  I  have  need,  my  Saviour  be : 
And  if  I  would  from  thee  depart, 
Then  clafp  me,  Saviour,  to  thy  heart. 


H2  PETITION. 

4  In  fierce  temptation's  darkeft  hour, 
Save  me  from  fin  and  Satan's  po'w'r^ 
Tear  ev'ry  idol  from  thy  throne, 
And  reign,  my  Saviour — reign  alone. 

5  My  fufFring  time  fhall  foon  be  o'er, 
Then  fhall  1  figh  and  weep  no  more  ; 
My  ranfom'd  foul  fhall  foar  away, 
To  fing  thy  praife  in  endlefs  day* 

HYMN    CXIV.    CM. 

I     JESUS,  the  ail-fuftaining  Word, 
J    My  fallen  fpirit's  hope, 
After  thy  lovely  Hkenefs,  Lord, 
O  when  fhall  I  wake  up  ? 

Z  Thou,  O  my  God,  'hou  only  art 
The  life,  the  truth,  the  way: 
Quicken  ray  foul,  inflrucl:  my  heart, 
My  finking  foptfteps  ftav. 

3  Of  all  thou  h?.i1-  '■■   earth  below, 

•  In  heav'n  aK  give, 

Give  me  thine     nlv  felf  to  know, 
In  thee  to  wa!&  and  live. 

4  Fill  me  with  all  the  life  of  love, 

In  myftic  union  join 
Me  to  thy  felf,  and  let  me  prove 
The  feilowfhip  divine. 

r  Open  the  intercourfc  between 
My  longing  foul  and  thee, 
Never  to  be  broke  off  again 
Through  all  eternity. 


PETITION. 
HYMN    CXV.    CM, 

HOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below, 
How  falfe,  and  vet  how  fair! 
Each  pieafure  hath  its  poifon  too* 
And  ev'ry  fweet  a  fnare. 

;  The  brightefc  things  below  the  Iky 
Give  but  a  rlatt'rkig  light ; 
We  fhould  fufpecl:  fome  danger  nigh^ 
Where  we  poffefs  cfciight, 

;  Our  deareft  joys,  and  neareft  friends,, 
The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  mindsa 
And  leave  but  half  for  Godf 

.  The  fondnefs  of  a  creature's  love, 
How  ftrong  it  ftrikes,  the  fenfe ; 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  em  thence. 

;  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 
My  foul's  eternal  food  ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 

HYMN     CXVL     Pttfion, 

i        A    LL  ye  that  pafs  by, 
1%.  To  jefus  draw  nigh  : 

fo  you  is  it  nothing  that  jefus  fhould  die? 
Your  ranfom  a^d  peace, 
Your  furety  he  is, 

^ome-   fee  if  there  ever  was  forrow  like  hi%, 

G4    . 


iH  PETITION. 

2  For  what  yon  have  done 
His  biood  muft  atone  : 

The  Father  hath  punifh'd  for  you  his  dear  Son. 

The  Lord,  in  the  day 

Of  his  anger,  did  lay 
Your  fins  on  the  Lamb  and  he  bore  them  away. 

3  He  anfwer'd  for  all, 
O  come  at  his  call, 

And  low  at  his  crofs  with  aftonimment  fall. 

But  lift  up  your  eyes 

At  Jefus's  cries : 
Impaffive  he  fufrcrs,  immortal  he  dies. 

4,    He  dies  to  atone 

For  iins  not  his  own  :  [done. 

Your  debt  he  hath  paid,  and  your  work  he  hath 

Ye  all  may  receive 

Hie  peace  he  did  leave, 
Who  made  intcreeffion,  '«  My  Father  forgive." 

5  For  you  and  for  me 
He  pray'd  on  the  tree ; 

The  prayer  is  accepted,  the  firiner  is  free. 

The  iinner  am  I, 

Who  on  Jefus  rely, 
And  come  for  the  pardon  Gcd  cannot  deny. 

6  My  pardon  I  claim, 
For  a  tinner  I  am, 

A  finner  believing  in  Jefus's  name. 

He  purchas'd  the  grace, 

V\  hich  now  I  embrace  ; 
O  Father,  thou  know 'ft  he  hath  dy'd  in  my  place, 


PETITION.  ii5 

*j     His  death  is  my  plea, 

My  advocate  fee,  ["me  : 

And  hear  the  blood  fpeak  that  hath  anfwer'd  for 
Acquitted  1  was 
When  he  bled  on  the  crofs, 

And  by  lofing  his  life  he  hath  carried  my  caufe, 

HYMN    CXVII.   L.M. 

1  T  T  7HEN,  gracious  Lord,  when  mall  it  be, 

V  V     That  1  fhall  find  my  all  in  thee  ? 
The  fulnefs  of  thy  promife  prove, 

The  feal  of  thine  eternal  love  ? 

2  A  poor  blind  child  I  wander  here, 
If  haply  I  may  feel  thee  near  j 

0  dark  !  dark  !  dark  !  I  ftiil  muit  fay 
Amid  the  blaze  of  gofpel-day. 

3  Thee,  only  thee  I  fain  would  find, 
And  caft  the  world  and  fiefh  behind  : 
Thou,  only  thou  to  me  be  given, 
Of  all  thou  haft  in  earth  or  heaven. 

4  When  from  the  arms  of  flefh  fet  free, 
Jefu,  my  foul  mail  ny  to  thee : 

jefu,  when  I  have  loft  my  all, 

1  fhall  upon  thy  bofom  fall. 

HYMN    CXVIII.    L.M. 

I  T  li  7HOM  man  forfakes  thou  wilt  not  leave, 

V  V     Ready  the  outcafts  to  receive ; 
Though  all  my  fimplencfs  I  own, 
And  all  mv  faults  to  thee  are  known. 


>i6  PETITION, 

2  Ah  !  wherefore  dki  I  ever  doubt  r" 
Thou  wilt  in  no  wife  caft  me  out, 
-An  helplefs  foul  that  comes  to  thee. 
With  only  fin  and  mifery. 

3  Lord,  I  am  fick,  my  ficknefs  cure; 
I  want,  do  thou  enrich  the  poor; 
Under  thy  mighty  hand  1  ftoop : 
O  lift  the  abject  finnei  up! 

4  Lord,  I  am  blind,  be  thou  my  fight! 
Lord,   I  am  weak,  be  thou  my  might  I 
A  helper  of  the  helplefs  be, 

And  let  me  fin  J  my  all  in  thee  I 

HYMN    CXIX.    CM. 

1  TESUS,  Redeemer  of  mankind, 
•  J    Difpiay  thy  faving  power ; 
Thy  mercy  let  thefe  outcafts  find, 

And  know  their  gTacious  hour. 

2  Ah  !  give  them,  Lord,  a  longer  fpace, 

Nor  fuddenlv  confume ; 
But  let  them  take  the  proffer'd  grace, 
And  flee  the  wrath  to  come. 

3  O  v/ould'ft  thou  caft  a  pitying  look 

(All  goodnefs  «s  thou  art) 
Like  that  which  faithlefs  Peter's  broke, 
On  each  obdurate  heart. 

4  Who  thee  beneath  their  feet  have  trod, 

And  crucify 'd  afr^fh, 
Touch  with  thine  all-victorious  blood, 
And  turn  the  tlone  to  flefn. 


PETITION.  u7 

p  Open  their  eyes,  and  ears,  to  fee 
Thy  croTs,  to  hear  thy  cries : 
Sinner,  thy  Saviour  weeps  for  thee5 
For  thee  he  weeps,  and  dies. 

6  All  the  day  long  he  meekly  Hands 

His  rebels  to  receive, 
And  (hews  his  wounds,  and  fpreads  his  hands., 
And  bids  you  turn  and  live. 

7  Turn,  and  your  fins  of  deeped  die 

He  wijl  wi&h  blood  efface ; 
Even  now  he  waits  the  blood  t'apply, 
Befav'd,  be  fav'dby  grace. 

8  Be  faVd  from  hell,  from  fin  and  fear  : 

He  fpeaks  you  now  forgiv'n  ; 

Walk  before  God,  be  perfecl  here, 

And  then  ccrae  up  to  heaven. 

HYMN    CXX.    iizthFjhlm* 

i   /^\God  of  good,  the  unfathom'd  fea, 

\J  Who  would  not  give  his  heart  to  thee  ? 

Who  would  not  love  thee  with  his  might, 
G  Jefu,  lover  of -mankind  ? 
Who  would  not  his  -n.  jjfe  foul  and  mind, 

With  a.lhis  itrength,  to  thee  unite  ? 

Thou  fhinTt  with  everlaftlng  raysj 
Before  th'  un-fuffe-hle  blaze 

Angels  with  both  wings  veil  their  eyes  °, 
Yet  free  as  air  thy  bounty  ftreams 
On  all  thy  works;  thy  mercy's  beam% 

DiiFufive  as  the  fun's  ariie^ 

GA 


nS  PETITION. 

3  AftonimYi  at  thy  frowning  brow. 

Earth,  hell,  and  heav'n's  ftrong  pillars  bovr, 

Terrible  majefty  is  thine  ! 
Who  then  can  that  vail  love  exprefs, 
Which  bows  thee  down  to  me,  who  Jefs 

Than  nothing  am,  till  thou  art  mine! 

4  High  thrpn'd  on  heaven's  eternal  hill, 
In  number,  weight,  and  meafure  ftill 

'i  hou  fweetly  order'Tt  all  that  is  : 
And  yet  thou  dcign'it  to  come  to  me, 
And  guide  my  fteps,  that  I  with  thee 

Enthron'd,  may  reign  in  endlefs  blifs. 

HYMN    CXXI.     Ptjjfau 


o 


JESUS,  my  reft, 
How  unfpeakably  bleft 
Is  the  finner  that  comes  to  be  hid  in  thy  breaft ! 

2  I  come  at  thy  call, 
At  thy  feet  do  I  fall, 

And  believe  and  confefs  thee  my  God  and  my  All. 

3  Thou  art  Mary's  good  part, 
The  thing  noedful  thou  art, 

The  defire  of  my  eyes,  and  the  joy  of  my  heart. 

4  My  comfort  and  ftay, 
My  life,  and  my  way, 

My  crown  of  rejoicing  in  that  happy  day. 

5  Health,   pardon  and  peace 
In  thee  I  poflefe; 

I  can  have  nothing  more,  I  will  have  nothing  lefs, 

6  I  (land  in  thy  might, 
I  walk  in  thy  l'-g^i, 

And  all  heaven  I  claim  in  thy  God-giving  right. 


PETITION.  iii) 

HYMN    CXXII.    L.M. 
For  more  Labourers. 

JESU,  thy  wand'ring  fheep  behold  ! 
See,  Lord,  with  yearning  bowels  fee 
Poor  fouls,  that  cannot  find  the  fold, 
Till  fought  and  gather 'd  in  by  thee. 

;  Loft  are  they  now,  and  fcatter'd  wide. 
In  pain,   and  wearinefs,  and  want; 
With  no  kind  Shepherd  near  to  guide 
The  fick,  and  fpiritlefs,  and  faint. 

Thou,  only  thou,  the  kind,  and  good, 
And  fheep- redeeming  Shepherd  art ; 

Collecl  thy  flock,  and  give  them  food. 
And  pallors  after  thine  own  heart. 

Give  the  pure  word  of  general  grace, 
And  great  (hall  be  the  preachers'  crowd ; 

Preachers,  who  all  the  finful  race 
Point  to  the  all-atoning  blood. 

Open  their  mouth  and  utterance  give, 
Give  them  a  trumpet-voice  to  call 

A  world,  who  all  may  turn  and  live 
Through  faith  in  him  who  dy'd  for  all. 

In  every   MeiTenger  reveal 

The  grace  they  preach  divinely  free; 
That  each  may  by  thy  Spirit  tell 

"  He  dy'd  for  all,  who  dy'd  for  me." 

A  double  portion  from  above 

Of  that  all-quick  ning  fpirit  impart; 

Shed  forth  thine  univerfal  love 
In  ev'ry  faithful  Pallor's  heart. 


120  PETITION. 

S  Thy  only  glory  let  them  feek, 

O  let  their  hearts  with  love  overflow; 
Let  them  believe,  and  therefore  fpeak, 
And  fpread  thy  mercy's  praife  below. 

HYMN    CXXIII.    S.M. 
Nativity-  Hymn, 
i        T^  ATHER,  our  hearts  we  lift 
JL     Up  to  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  thank  thee  for  the  precious  gift 
Of  thine  incarnate  Son  ; 
The  gift  unfneakable 
We  thankfully  receive, 
And  to  the  world  thy  goodnefs  tell, 
And  to  thy  glory  live. 

2  Jefus  the  holy  child 
Doth  by  his  birth  declare, 

That  God  and  man  are  reconcil'd, 

And  one  in  him  .we  are  : 

Salvation  through  his  name 

To  all  mankind  is  given, 
And  loud  his  infant-cries  proclaim 

A  peace  'twixt  earth  and  heaven. 

3  A  peace  on  earth  he  brings, 
Which  never  more  mail  end  : 

1  ne  Lord  of  Holts,  the  King  of  kings, 
Declares  himfelf  our  friend  : 
Affumes  our  fiefh  and  blood, 
That  we  his  Spirit  may  gain ; 

The  ever] airing  Son  of  God, 
The  mortal  Son  of  man. 

4  His  kingdom  from  above 

He  doth  to  us  impart, 


PETITION.  i2f 

And  pure  benevolence  and  love. 

O'erfiow  the  faithful  heart : 

Chang'd  in  a  moment*;  we 

The  fweet  attraction  find, 
With  open  arms  of  charity 

Embracing  all  mankind. 

j       O  might  they  all  receive, 

The  new-born  Prince  of  Peace, 
And  meekly  in  his  fpirit  live, 

And  in  his  love  increafe  ! 

Till  he  convey  us  home, 

Cry  every  foul  aloud, 
Come,  thou  defire  of  nations,  come, 

And  take  us  up  to  God. 

H  Y  M  N   CXXIV.     S.  M. 

For  more  Labourers. 

1  T  ORD  of  the  harvefr,  hear 
.A—J  Thy  needy  fervants  cry, 
Anfwer  our  faith's  effectual  prayer, 

And  all  our  wants  fupply. 

2  On  thee  we  humbly  wait, 
Cur  wants  are  in  thy  view  : 

The  harveft,  truly,  Lord,  is  great, 
The  labourers  are  few. 

3  Convert,  and  (end  forth  more 

Into  thy  church   abroad, 
And  let  them  fpeak  thy  word  of  power, 
As  workers  with  their  God. 

4  Give  the  pure  gofpel-word, 
The  word  of  general  grace  ; 


■ill  PETITION. 

There  let  them  preach  the  common  Lord, 

Saviour  of  human  race. 
5  O  let  them  fpread  thy  name, 

Their  million  fully  prove, 
Thy  univerfal  grace  proclaim, 

Thine  all-redeeming  love. 

HYMN    CXXV.    L.  M. 
For  a  Jick  Per/on. 

i   QEE,  gracious  Lord,  with  pitying  eyes, 
O  Beneath  thy  hand  a  fufferer  lies, 
Thy  mercy,  not  thine  anger  proves  j 
And  fick  he  is  whom  Jefus  loves. 

2  His  to  thine  own  afflictions  join, 
Accept,  exalt,  and  count  them  thine  : 
Thy  paflion  which  remains  fulfil, 
And  fuffer  in  thy  members  ftill. 

3  His  ficknefs  feel,  endure  his  pain, 
His  burden  bear,  his  crofs  funain  : 
Grieve  in  his  griefs,  and  figh  his  fighs, 
And  breathe  his  wifhes  to  the  Ikies. 

4  Enter  his  heart,  poflefs  him  whole, 
Infpire  and  acluate  his  foul ; 
Himfelf  no  longer  let  it  be 
That  fufirers,  or  that  lives,  but  thee. 

5  Thyfelf  through  fuiTerings  perfect  made, 
Conform  him  thus  to  thee  his  head  , 
Refine,  and  raife  his  virtue  higher, 
When  tried  and  purified  by  fire. 

6  So  when  his  ey^s  behold  chee  near, 
And  thou  his  h'dd:^  life  an-  -;-  ; 
Bright  in  thy  likenefs  f ..  ine, 
And  glorious  ail,  and  a!l  divine. 


REJOICING.  123 

REJOICING. 

HYMN    CXXVI.    S.  M. 

1    /^OME,  ye  tbat  love  the  Lord, 
V-^     And  let  your  joys  be  known ; 
Join  in  a  fong  with  Tweet  accord, 
While  ye  furround  his  throne  : 
Let  thofe  refufe  to  fing 

Who  never  knew  our  God  ; 
But  fervants  of  the  heav'nly  King 
May  fpeak  their  joys  abroad, 

1  The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

That  all  the  earth  furveys, 
That  rides  upon  the  ftormy  Iky, 
And  calms  the  roaring  feas  : 
This  awful  God  is  ours, 
Our  Father  and  our  Love; 
He  will  fend  down  his  heav'nly  pow'rs 
To  carry  us  above* 

3  There  we  fhall  fee  his  face, 

And  never,  never  fin; 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace* 

Drink  endlefs  pleafures  in  : 
Yea,  and  before  we  rife 

T  o  that  immortal  Mate, 
The  thoughts  of  fuch  amazing  blifs 

Should  conftant  joys  create. 

4  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below ; 
CdefKal  fruit  on  earthly  ground 

from  faith  and  hope  may  grow : 


124  REJOICING. 

Then  let  our  fongs  abound, 

And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  thro'  Immanuel's  ground 

To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

HYMN    CXXVII.    L.  M. 

j    T  TAPPY  the  man  that  finds  the  grace, 
A  X  The  bleffing  of  God's  chcfen  race, 
The  vvifdom  coming  from  above, 
The  faith  that  fweetiy  works  by  love. 

2  Kappy  beyond  defcription  he, 

Who  knows  the  Saviour  dy'd  for  me, 
The  gift  unfpeakable  obtains, 
And  heav'njy  underftanding  gains. 

3  Wifdom  divine  !  Who  tells  the  price 
Of  wifdom's  coitly  merchandize? 
Wifdom  to  iilver  we  prefer, 

And  gold  is  drofs,  compar'd  to  her. 

4  Her  hands  are  fiH'd  with  length  of  days. 
True  riches  and  immortal  praife  : 
Riches  of  Chrift  on  all  beftow'd, 

And  honour  that  defcends  from  God. 

5  To  purefr  joys  me  all  invites, 
Chafte,  holy,  fpi ritual  delights: 
Hpr  ways  are  ways  of  pleafantnefs, 
And  all  her  flow'ry  paths  are  peace. 

6  Happy  the  man  who  wifdom  gains ; 
Thrice  happy  who  his  gueft  retains ; 
He  owns,  and  fnall  for  ever  own, 
Wifdom,  and  Chrift,  and  foeav'ii  are  one« 


H 


REJOICING.  12J 

HYMN    CXXVIII.    CM. 
APPY  the  fouls  to  Jefus  join'd 


And  favM  by  grace  alone 
Walking  in  all  his  ways,  they  find 
Their  heav'n  on  earth  begun. 

2  The  church  triumphant  in  thy  love, 
Their  mighty  joys  we  know ; 
They  fing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above. 
And  we  in  hymns  below. 

5  Thee  in  thy  glorious  realm  they  praife, 
And  bow  before  thy  throne ! 
We  in  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace; 
The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 

4  The  holy  to  the  holy'ft  leads ; 
From  thence  our  fpirits  rife; 
And  he  that  in  thy  ftatutes  treads. 
Shall  meet  thee  in  the  Ikies. 

HYMN    CXXIX.    Mifs  Edwin** 

1  T    ET  earth  and  heav'n  agree, 
.I  J     Angels  and  men  be  join'd, 
To  celebrate  with  me 

The  Saviour  cf  mankind ; 
T*  adore  the  all-atoning  Lamb, 
And  blefs  the  found  of  Jefu's  name. 

2  Jefus!  tranfporting  found  ! 

The  joy  cf  earth  and  heav'n  ; 
No  other  help  is  found, 

No  other  name  is  gtv'n, 
By  which  we  can  falvation  have, 
But  jefus  came  the  worid  to  fave* 


126  REJOICING. 

3  Jefas!  harmonious  name! 

It  charms  the  hofts  above  ; 
They  evermore  proclaim, 

And  wonder  at  his  love  : 
"Tis  all  their  happinefs  to  gaze, 
'Tis  heav'n  to  fee  our  Jefu's  face. 

4  His  name  the  finner  hears, 

And  is  from  fin  fet  free ; 
JTis  mufic  in  his  ears, 
'Tis  life  and  victory  ; 
New  fongs  do  now  his  lips  employ. 
And  dances  his  glad  heart  for  joy. 

*       Stung  by  the  fcorpion  fin, 
My  poor  expiring  foul 
The  balmy  found  drinks  in, 
And  is  at  once  made  whole  : 
See  there  my  Lord  upon  the  tree  ! 
I  hear,  1  feel  he  dy'd  for  me. 

6  O  unexampled  love !  t 

O  all-redeeming  grace! 
How  fwiftly  didft  thou  move 

To  fave  a  fallen  race  : 
What,  (hall  I  do  to  make  it  known, 
What  thou  for  all  mankind  haft  done  \ 

7  O  for  a  trumpet-voice, 

On  all  the  world  to  call ; 
To  bid  their  hearts  rejoice 

In  him  who  dy'd  for  all ! 
For  all  my  Lord  was  crucify 'd  I 
For  all,  for  all  my  Saviour  dy'd  ! 


REJOICING.  i27 

5       To  ferve  thy  bleffed  will, 

Thy  dying  love  to  praife, 
Thy  counfel  to  fulfil, 
And  minifter  thy  grace, 
Freely  what  I  receive,  to  give, 
The  life  of  heav'n  on  earth  I  live. 

HYMN    CXXX.     Fotmm* 

\         \  RISE,  my  foul,  arife, 

l\.     Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears. 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 
In  my  behalf  appears ; 
Before  the  throne  my  fdrety  Hands; 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2       He  ever  lives  above 

For  me  to  intercede ; 
His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood  to  plead  j 
His  blood  aton'd  for  all  our  race, 
And  fprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace, 

5       Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Receiv'd  on  Calvary ; 

They  pour  effectual  pray 'rs, 

They  ftrongly  fpeak  for  me  : 

Forgive  him,  O  forgive,  they  cry  ! 

Nor  let  that  ranfom'd  finner  die. 

The  Father  liears  him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  one  ; 
He  cannot  turn  away 
The  prefence  of  his  Son  : 
His  Spirit  anfwers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 


128  REJOICING. 

5       My  God  is  reconcil'd, 

His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear  ; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child, 
I  can  no  longer  fear  : 
With  confidence  1  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba  Father !  cry. 


Ml 


HYMN     CXXXI.     Paffion. 

God  I  am  thine, 

What  a  comfort  divine  ; 
WThat  a  bieiTing  to  know  that  my  jefus  is  mine ! 

In  the  heavenly  Lamb 

Thrice  happy  I  am,  [name. 

And  my  heart  doth  rejoice  at  the  found  of  his 

2  True  pleafures  abound 
In  the  rapturous  found  ; 

And  whoever  hath  found  it,  hath  paradife  found. 

My  Jefus  to  know, 

And  feel  his  blood  flow, 
'Tis  life  everlalting,  'tis  heaven  below  ! 

3  Yet  onward  I  hafte 
To  the  heav'nly  feaft  ; 

That,  that  is  the  fulnefs  ;  but  this  is  the  tafte; 

And  this  I  (hall  prove, 

Till  with  joy  I  remove 
To  the  beaven  of  heavens  in  Jefus's  love. 

HYMN   CXXXII.    CM. 

i   r  1  1HY  ceafelefs,  unexhaufted  love, 
i.       Unmerited  and  free, 
Delights  our  evil  to  remove, 
And  help  OW  mifery. 


REJOICING.  129 

2  Thou  waitdl  to  be  gracious  ftill; 

Thou  doit  with  firmers  bear, 
That  fav'd,  v/e  may  thy  goodnefs  fed, 
And  all  thy  grace  declare. 

3  Thy  goodnefs  and  thy  truth  to  me, 

To  ev'ry  foul  abound  ; 
A  vaft,  unfathomable  fea, 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd* 

4  Its  ftreams  the  whole  creation  reach, 

So  plenteous  is  the  itore  ; 
Enough  for  all,  enough  for  each, 
Enough  for  evermore  ! 

5  Faithful,  O  Lord,  thy  mercies  are  ! 

A  rock  that  cannot  move  ; 
A  thoufand  promifes  declare 
Thy  conitancy  of  love  ! 

6  Throughout  the  uiiiverfe  it  reigns, 

Unalterably  fure; 
And  while  the  truth  of  God  remains^ 
His  goodnefs  mult  endure. 

HYMN     CXXXIII.     Port/mouth. 

1  T>  EJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King  \ 
XV     Your  Lord  and  King  adore; 
Mortals  give  thanks  and  fmg, 

And  triumph  evermore  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  again  I  fay  rejoice  ! 

2  Jefcs  the  Saviour  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love, 
When  he  had  purg'd  our  itain9 
He  took  his  feat  above  : 
Lift  up,  &c. 


*3<3  KEJUICING. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jefus  giv'n  : 
Lift  up,  &c. 

4  He  fits  at  God's  right-hand, 

Till  all  his  foes  fubmit : 
And  bow  to  his  command, 

And  fall  beneath  his  feet : 
Lift  up,  &c. 

9       He  all  his  foes  fliall  quell, 

Shall  all  our  (ins  deftroy; 
And  every  bofom  fwell 

With  pure  feraphic  joy  : 
Lift  up,  &c. 

6       Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 

Jefus  the  Judge  (hall  come; 
And  take  his  fervants  up 

To  their  eternal  home. 
We  foon  (hall  hear  the  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  (hall  found,  Rejoice ! 

HYMN   CXXXIV.    Fajfion. 

i       C^\  Tell  me  no  more 

V^/    Of  this  world's  vain  ftore. 

The  time  for  fuch  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er ; 
A  country  I've  found, 
Where  true  joys  abound, 

To  dwell  I  am  determin'd  on  that  happy  ground, 

2       The  fouls  that  believe, 
In  Paradife  live, 
And  me  in  that  number  will  Jefus  receive : 


REJOICING.  131 

My  foul  don't  delay, 
He  calls  thee  away, 
Rife,  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  blefs  the  glad  day. 

3  No  mortal  doth  know, 

What  he  can  bellow,  -  [go  : 

"What  light,  ftrength  and  comfort,  go  after  him 

Lo  onward  I  move, 

To  a  country  above,  [prove. 

None  gueffes  how  wond'rous  my  journey  will 

4  Great  fpoils  I  fhall  win, 
From  death,  hell,  and  fin, 

'Midft  outward  afflictions  fhall  feel  Chrift  within: 

And  when  I'm  to  die, 

Receive  me,  I'll  cry, 
For  Jefus  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cannot  tell  why. 

5  But  this  I  do  find, 
We  two  are  fo  join'd, 

He'll  not  fcive  in  glory,  and  leave  me  behind : 
,     So  this  is  the  race 
.  .  j:*  I'm  running  thro*  grace, 
Henceforth  tffl  admitted  to  fee  my  Lord's  face* 

6  And  now  I'm  in  care 

My  neighbours  may  fhare  [dare  ? 

Thefe  blefiiugs ;  to  feek  them  will  none  of  you 

In  bondage,  O  why, 

And  death  will  you  lie, 
When  one  here  affures  you  free  grace  is  fo  nigh  ? 

HYMN    CXXXV.    S.  M. 
ND  rauft  this  body  die, 

This  well- wrought  frame  decay  ? 
And  mult  thefe  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ryag  in  the  clay  ? 
H 


A 


132  REJOICING, 

2  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms. 

Shall  hut  refine  this 
Till  my  triumphant  fpirit  comes 
To  put  it  on  afrefh. 

3  God  my  Redeemer  live?, 

And  ever  from  the  fkics 
Look?  down,  and  watches  all  my  duft# 
Till  he  mail  hid  it  rife. 

4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace 

Shall  thefe  vile  becies  fhine, 

And  ewy  fhape,  and  ev'ry  face 
Be  heav'nly  and  divine. 

^       Thefe  lively  hopes  we  owe, 
Lord,  to  thy  dying  love  ; 
O  may  we  blefs  thy  gr2ce  below, 
And  fing  thy  grace  above. 

6       Saviour  accept  the  praife 

Of  tnefe  our  humble  ior.gs, 
Till  tane9  of  nobler  fongs  we  raife 
With 'our  immortal  tongues. 

HYMN    CXXXVI.    L.  M. 

(j    T  1*  £  dies,  the  friend  of  finners  dies  \ 
JlX  Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  % 
A  folemn  darknefs  veils  the  fides ! 

A  f^dden  trembling  makes  the  ground  f 
Come,  faints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  Two 

For  him  who  groan'd' beneath  your  load : 
Pie  fhed  a  thoufanr]  drops  for  you, 

A  thouland  drops  of  richer  blood. 

Z  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  man  I 


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REJOICING. 

But  lo  !  what  fudden  joys  we  fee, 
Jefus,  the  dead,  revives  again ! 

The  riling  God  forfakes  the  tomb: 
(In  vain  the  tomb  forbids  his  rife) 

Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  fnout  him  welcome  to  the  flues. 

3  Break  oft  your  tears,  ye  faints,  and  tell 

How  high  your  great  deiiv'rer  reigns; 
Sing  how  he  fpoil'd  the  holts  of  hell, 

And  Jed  the  Monfter  death  in  chains : 
Say,  "  Live  for  ever  wond'rons  King ! 

**  Born  to  redeem,  and  ftrong  to  fave  ?' 
Then  afk  the  Monfter — "  Where's  thy  iting  ? 

f v  And  where's  thy  vicYry  boailing  grave  t*. 

H  Y  M  N   CXXXVII.   C.  M. 

i   TjfLUNG'D  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair 
X     We  wretched  iinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheesring  beam  of  hope^. 
Or  fpark  of  giimrn'ring  day, 

2  With  pitying  eves  the  Prince  of  Grace 

Eeheid  cur  htipkk  grief; 
Hefaw,  and  (O  amazing  lovtff) 
He  ran  to  cur  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  mining  feats  above 

With  joyful  harxhe  lied; 
Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flefli, 
And  dwelt  anions:  the  deaci. 

4  O  i  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  iafnng  liience  break, 
And  all  harmonioKS  human  tongues 
Tke  Saviour  £  praifes  ipeak. 
M  2 


i34  REJOICING. 

5  Angels,  aflift  our  mighty  joys, 
Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold; 
But  when  you  raife  your  higheit  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

HYMN    CXXXVIII.  CM. 

I   A  /T  Y  God,  the  fpring  of  all  .my  joys, 
1VX  The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my"  brighteft  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights. 

2..1n  darkeft  fhades  if  thou  appear, 
My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
Thou  art  my  foul's  bright  morning-ftar, 
And  thou  my  rifing  fun. 

3  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  fhine 

With  beams  of  facred  blifs, 
If  Jefus  fhews  his  mercy  mine, 
And  whifpers  I  am  his. 

4  My  foul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  tranfporting  word, 
Run  up  with  joy  the  fnining  way, 
To  fee  and  praife  my  Lord. 

5  Fearlefs  of  hell,  and  ghaftly  death, 

I'd  break  through  every  foe; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith 
Would  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 

HYMN    CXXXIX.    C.  M. 

1   1 '    ET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak, 
-Li  Thou  Sov'reign  Lord  of  all ; 
Thy4fcrength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raife  the  poor  that  fall. 


REJOICING.  sv 

2  When  forrows  bow  the  fpirit  down, 

When  virtue  lies  drftrefs'd 
Beneath  the  proud  opprdlor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'it  the  mourner  reft. 

3  Thou  know'ft  the  pains  thy  fervants  feel| 

Thou  hear'il  thy  children's  cry, 
And  their  bell  wifnes  to  fulfil 
Thy  grace  is  ever  sign, 

4  Thy  mercy  never  mail  remove 

From  men  of  heart  iincere ; 
Thou  fav'ft  the  fools  whole  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

5  My  lips  (hall  dwell  upon  thy  praife, 

And  fpread  thy  fame  abroad; 
Let  all  the  lens  of  Adam  raiie 
The  honours  of  their  God. 

HYMN    CXL.    C.  M. 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit, 

i   /^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
V_y   With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  iacred  love 
In  thefe  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  thefe  earthly  toys; 

Our  fouls,  how  heavily  they  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys ! 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  fongs, 

In  vain  we  ftrive  to  rife; 
Hofannas  languifh  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

H3 


i5S  REJOICING. 

4  Father,  fhall  we  then  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  fo  faint,  fo  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  fo  great. 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers; 
Come,  fhed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  mall  kindle  ours. 


HYMN    CXLI.   London. 

l  *  I  'HE  fpacious  firmament  on  high, 
A     With  all  the  blue  etherial  Iky, 
And  fpanglcd  heav'ns  (a  mining  frame!) 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 
Th'  unwearied  fun,  from  day  to  day, 
Doth  his  Creator's  pow'"r  difplay: 
And  publi flies  to  ev'ry  land 
The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 

2  Soon  as  the  evening  fhades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wond'rous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  lilt/ning  earth 
Repeats  the  ftory  of  her  birth : 
Whilir.  all  the  ftars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  fpread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  What  though  in  folemn  filence  all 
Move  round  the  dark  terreftrial  ball; 
Vv  hat  though  nor  real  voice  nor  found 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found; 


REJOICING.  J57 

In  reafon's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
For  ever  iinging  as  they  ihine, 
"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 

HYMN    CXLII.     Che/hunt. 

t  rTHHE  voice  of  my  Beloved  founds, 

JL    While  o'er  the  mountain-tops  he  bounds, 
He  flies  exulting  o'er  the  hilis, 
And  all  my  foul  with  tranfport  fills; 
Gently  doth  he  chide  my  ftaf , 
"  Rife,  my  love,  and  come  away.'" 

The  fcatter'd  clouds  are  fled  at  lad, 
The  rain  is  gone,  the  winter's  pad, 
The  lovely  vernal  flow'rs  appear, 
The  warbling  choir  enchant  our  ear; 

Now,  with  fweetly  penfive  moan, 

Coos  the  turtle-dove  alone. 

HYMN     CXLII3;.    Salijbury. 

VAIN,  delufive  world,  adieu, 
With  all  of  creature-gocd, 
Only  Jefus  I  purfue, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood  ! 
All  thy  pleafures  I  forego, 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride; 
Only  jefus  will  I  know, 
And  Jefus  crucify 'd  ! 

Other  knowledge  I  difdain, 

'Tis  all  but  vanity  : 
Chriit,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  (lain, 

He  tailed  death  for  me  ! 


K  K  J  O  I  C  I  N  G. 

Me  to  fave  from  endlefs  woe, 
The  fin-atoning  vidtim  dy'd! 

Only  Jefus  will  I  know, 
And  Jefus  crucify 'd! 

3  Here  will  I  (et  up  my  reft, 

My  fluctuating  heart 
From  the  haven  of  his  hreaft 

Shall  never  more  depart: 
Whither  fhould  a  firmer  go  ? 

His  wounds  for  me  ftand  open  wide; 
Onlj  Jefus  will  I  know, 

And  Jefus  crucifyM! 

4  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 

And  pleafure  without  end; 
Tliis  is  ail  my  happinefs 

On  jefus  to  depend; 
Dally  in  his  grace  to  grew, 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide: 
Only  Jefus  will  I  know, 

And  jefus  crucify 'd  J 

5  O  that  I  could  ail  invite, 

This  faving  truth  to  prove: 
Shew  the  lenoth,  and  breadth,  and  height, 

And  depth  of  jefu's  love! 
Fain  1  would  to  fmners  mow 

The  blood  by  faith  alone  apply 'd: 
Only  Jefus  will  I  know, 

And  jefus  crucify 'd  ! 

HYMN    CXLIV.    CM. 
j   T  7f  TITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
V  V     Of  our  High  Pried  above ; 
Kis  heart  is  made  of  tendernefs, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 


REJOICING.  139 

2  Tonch'd  with  a  fympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame; 
He  knows  what  fore  temptations  mean. 
For  he  hath  felt  the  fame. 

3  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flefh 

Pour'd  out  ftrong  cries  and  tears; 
And  in  his  meafure  feels  afrefh 
What  ev'ry  member  bears. 

4  He'll  never  quench  the  fmoaking  fiax3 

But  raife  it  to  a  flame; 
The  bruifed  reed  he  never  breaks., 
Nor  fcorns  the  meaneii  name. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  addrefs 

His  mercy  and  his  pow'r ; 
We  ftiall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 
In  the  diftreiTing  hour, 

HYMN    CXLV.   L.  M. 

i    TESUS,  my  all,  to  heav'n  is  gone, 
J    He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon ; 
His  track  I  fee,  and  I'll  purfue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  hanimment; 
The  King's  highway  of  holinefs 
I'll  go,  for  ail  his  paths  are  peace. 

5  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  fought, 
And  mourn '"d  becaufe  I  found  it  not: 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
Becaufe  I  was  not  fav'd  from  (in. 


140  KEjuiuirsiCJ. 

4  The  more  I  drove  againu  its  pow'r, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more, 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  fay, 

"  Come  hither,  foul,  I  am  the  way." 

5  Lo!  glad  I  come:  and  thou,  bleft  Lamb, 
Shall  t^ke  me  to  thee,  whofe  T  am : 
Nothing  but  fin  I  thee  can  give, 
Nothing  but  love  (hall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  finners  round 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  fay,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God." 

HYMN     CXLVI.      Brocbmr's. 

i   T^ATHER,  how  wide  thy  glories  ihine, 
X     How  high  thy  wonders  rife ! 
Known  thro'*  the  earth  by  thoufand  figns, 

By  thoufands  through  the  Ikies. 
Thofe  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  pow'r, 

Their  motions fpeak  thy  (kill; 
And  on  the  wings  of  ev'iy  hour 

We  read  thy  patience  ftill. 

2  Part  of  thy  name  divinely  ftands- 

On  all  thy  creatures  writ, 
They  fliew  the  labour  of  thy  hands, 

Or  imprcfa  of  thy  feet. 
But  when  we  view  thy  ftrange  design 

To  fave  rebellious  worms. 
Where  vengeance  and  companion  join 

In  their  divined  forms: 

3  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known, 

Nor  dares  a  creature  guefs " 


REJOICING.  14I 

Which  of  the  glories  brighten  fhone, 

The  juftice  or  the  giace. 
Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heav'nly  plains, 
Bright  feraphs  learn  Immanuel's  name, 

And  try  their  chcicefl  ftrains. 

4.  O  may  I  bear  fome  humble  part 

In  that  immortal  fong  ! 
Wonder  and  joy  mall  tune  my  heart. 

And  love  command  my  tongue. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 

Who  fweetly  all  agree 
To  fave  a  world  of  tinners  loft, 

Eternal  glory  be. 

HYMN    CXLVII.     CM. 

1  l\/fY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
1V±  My  everlafting  All, 

I've  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  ikies, 

And  this  inferior  clod  ? 
There's  nothing  here  deferves  my  joys, 
.  There's  nothing  like  my  God. 

3  In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  fun,, 

Scatters  his  feeble  light: 
'Tis  thy  fweet  beams  create  my  noonj 
If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

4  And  whilft  upon  my  reftlefs  bed 

Among  the  (hades  I  roll, 

If  my  Redeemer  Ihews  his  head, 
'Tis  morning  with  my  foul. 


142  REJOICING. 

5  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends, 

And  health,  and  fafe  abode  : 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 

If  once  compar'd  to  thee  ? 
Or  what's  my  fafety  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends  to  me  ? 

7  Were  I  poffeflbr  of  the  earth, 

And  call'd  the  ftars  my  own; 
Without  thy  graces,  and  thyfelf, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

8  Let  others  ftretch  their  arms  like  feas> 

And  grafp  in  all  the  more, 
Grant  me  the  vifits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  defire  no  more. 

HYMN     CXLVIIL     Savannah. 

j   /CHILDREN  of  the  heav'nly  King, 
\_y  As  we  journey  let  us  ftng; 
Sing  our  Saviour's  worthy  praife, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways  I 

2  We  are  traveling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod : 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happinefs  (hall  fee. 

3  O,  ye  banifh'd  feed  !  be  glad, 
Chrift  our  advocate  is  made; 
Us  to  fave,  our  flefh  affumes, 
Brother  to  our  fouls  becomes. 

Fear  no*t,  brethren,  joyful  Hand 
On  the  borders  of  our  land ; 


4 


PRAISE.  143 


Jefus  Chriit,  our  Father's  fon^ 
Bids  us  undifma)  'd  go  on. 
Lord  i  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  ftill  will  follow  tbee  ! 


PRAISE. 

HYMN    CXLIX.    Talk 

i   /^\  What  fhail  I  do  my  Saviour  to  praife  ! 

V_>^  So  faithful  and  true,  fo  plenteous  in  grace! 

So  ftrong  to  deliver,  fo  good  to  redeem 

The  weakelt  believer  that  hangs  upon  him  ! 

3  How  happy  the  man  whofe  heart  is  fet  free, 
The  people  that  can  be  joyful  in  thee  ! 
Their  joy  is  to  walk  in  the  light  of  thy  face, 
And  lull  they  are  talking  of  jefus's  grace. 

3  Their  daily  delight  mall  be  in  thy  name, 
They  mall  as  their  right  thy  righteoufnefs  claim : 
Thy  righteoufnefs  wearing,  and  cieans'd  by 

thy  blood, 
Bold  mall  they  appear  in  the  prefence  of  God- 

4  For  thou  art  their  boaft,  their  glory  and  pow'r; 
And  I  alfo  truft  to  fee  the  glad  hour, 

My  foul's  new  creation,  a  life  from  the  dead, 
The  day  of  falvation  that  lifts  up  my  head, 
£  For  Jefus  my  Lord  is  now  my  defence  ; 
I  truft  in  his  word,  none  plucks  me  from  thence. 
Since  I  have  found  favour,  he  all  things  will  do  ; 
My  King  and  my  Saviour  (hall  make  me  anew* 


*44  PRAISE. 

6  Yes,  Lord,  I  (hall  fee  the  biifs  of  thine  own. 
Thy  fecret  to  me  fhall  foon  be  made  known ; 
For  forrow  and  fadnefs  I  jcy  fiiall  receive, 
And  fhare  in  the  gladnefs  cf  all  that  believe. 

HYMN    CL.     iiyhTfabn. 

I   T  'LL  praife  my  Maker  while  I've  breath, 
JL  And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  fhall  employ  my  r.obler  pow'rs ; 
My  days  of  praife  (hail  ne'er  be  pall, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laitj 

Or  immortality  endures. 

%  Happy  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely 
Cn  Ifrael's  God  :  he  mace  the  iky, 

And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train  ; 
His  truth  for  ever  ftands  fee  n  re! 
He  faves  th'  oppreft,   he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  fhall  find  his  promife  vain. 

3  The  Lord  pours  eye-fight  on  the  blind  ; 
The  Lordiupports  the  fainting  mind; 

He  fends  the  lab'ring  conference  peace  ; 
He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diilrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 

4  I'll  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  loll  in  death, 

Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  ; 
jVfv  days  of  pvaife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
V  bite  lire,  arid  thought,   and  being  laft, 

Or  immortality  enduies. 


PRAISE.  ,4j 

HYMN   CLI.    L.M. 

1  13 RAISE  ye  the  Lord  !    'tis  good  to  raife 
X     Your  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife : 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite, 

To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  He  form'd  the  flars,  thofe  heav'nly  flames; 
He  counts  their  numhers,  calls  their  names ; 
His  wifdom's  vaft,  and  knows  no  bound, 

A  deep,  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'dl 

3  Sing  to  the  Lord,   exalt  him  high, 
Who  fpreads  his  clouds  around  trie  Iky ; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend  in  vain. 

4  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  the  fmiling  fields  with  corn  : 
The  beafts  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry. 

j;  What  is  the  creature's  (kill  or  force, 
The  fprightly  man  or  warlike  horfe? 
The  piercing  wit,  the  active  limb, 
All  afc  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

€  But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight, 
He  views  his  children  with  delight ! 
He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear ; 
And  looks,  and  loves  his  image  there. 

HYMN    CLII.    L.M. 

I    TUTOW  do  thy  mercies  clofe  me  round  ^ 
JL  JL  For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd ! 
I  biuih  in  all  things  to  abound  : 
The  fervant  is  above  his  Lord! 

12 


iifi  PRAISE. 

2  Inur'd  to  poverty  and  pain, 

A  fuff'ring  life  my  matter  led  ; 
The  Son  of  God,  the  Son  of  Man, 
He  had  not  where  to  lay  his  head. 

3  But  !o  !  a  place  he  hath  prepar'd 

For  me,  whom  watchful  angels  keep; 
Yea,  he  himfelf  becomes  my  guard  ; 

He  fmooihs  my  bed,  and  gives  me  Deep, 

.4  Jefus  protect?;   my  fears  begone  ; 

What  can  the  Rock  of  Ages  move  ? 
Safe  in  thy  arms  I  lay  roe  down, 
Thy  everlafting  arms  of  love. 

£  While  thou  art  intimately  nigh, 
Who,  who  fhall  violate  my  rerl? 
Sin,  earth,  and  hell,  I  now  defy  ; 
I  lean  upon  my  Saviour's  breait. 

6  I  reit  beneath  th'  Almighty's  made. 

My  griefs  expire,  my  troubles  ceafe  ; 
Thou,  Lord,  on  whom  my  foul  is  ftai^, 
W7ilt  keep  me  Hill  in  perfect  peace. 

7  Me  for  thine  own  thou  lov'il  to  take 

In  time  and  in  eternity  : 
Thou  never,  never  wilt  forfake 
A  helplefs  worm  that  trulls  in  thee. 

HYMN    CLIII.    Pojji.n. 

I     f^  GOD  of  all  grace, 

K^J  Thy  goodnefs  we  | 
Thy  Son  then  hall  given  to  die  in  our  place : 

With  joy  we  approve 

The  de£gn  of  thy  love, 
'Tis  a  wonder  en  earth,  and  a  wender  above. 


PRAISE.  i,f7 

2  Tongue  cannot  explain 
The  love  of  God-Man, 

Which  the  angels  defire  to  look  into  in  vain  i 

It  dazzles  our  eyes, 

Thought  cannot  arife, 
To  find  out  a  caufe  why  the  Infinite  die*. 

3  Or  if  pity  inclin'd 
Him  to  die  for  mankind, 

The  ground  of  his  pity  what  feraph  can  find  ! 

He  came  from  above 

Our  curfe  to  remove ;  [love. 

He  hath  lov'd,  he  hath  lov'd  us,  becaufe  he  would 

4  Love  mov'd  him  to  die, 

And  on  this  we  rely,  [why  : 

H'e  hath  lov'd,  he  hath  lov'd  u&>  we  cannot  tell 

But  this  we  can  tell, 

He  hath  lov'd  us  fo  well, 
fts  to  lay  down  his  life  to  redeem  us  from  hell* 

5  He  hath  ranfom'd  our  race, 
O  how  (hall  we  praife. 

Or  worthily  fing  thy  unipeakable  grace  F 

Nothing  eiTe  will  we  know 

In  our  journey  below, 
But  finging  thy  grace,  to  thy  paradife  go. 

6  Nay,  and  when  we  remove 

To  the  manfions  above, 
Our  heaven  (hall  Mill  be  to  fing  of  thy  love  j 

When  time  is  no  more, 

We  ftill  mall  adore 
The  ocean  of  love  without  bottom  or  more, 

I  i 


i4*  PRAISE. 

7     Ere  long  we  fhall  fly 

To  the  regions  on  high, 
For  Ifrael's  ftrength  can  not  vary  or  lie; 

He  foon  fhall  appear, 

He  more  than  draws  near, 
Our  Jefus  is  come,  and  eternity's  here. 

HYMN    CLIV.    L.  M. 

3   T3 EFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
JD   Ye  nations,  bow  with  facred  joy; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
He  can  create,  and  he  deftroy. 

2  His  fov'reign  pow'r,   without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ! 
And  when  like  wand'rirtg  fheep  we  flray'd. 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We'll  croud  thy  gates  with   thankful  fongs^ 

High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raife  ; 
And  earth  with  her  ten  thoafand  tongues 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  pralfe. 

4  Wide  as  the  world  is"thy  command ; 

Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  muft  rtand, 
When  rolling  years  fhall  ceafe  to  move. 

HYMN    CLV.    CM. 

r   HP  HE  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praife 
JL    In  concert  with  the  bled, 
Who,  joyful  in  harmon'ous  lays, 
Employ  an  endlcfs  re£t. 


PRAISE.  149 

%  Thus,  Lord,  while  we  remember  thee, 
We  bleft  and  pious  grow, 
By  hj'rrms  of  praife  we  learn  to  he 
Triumphant  here  below. 

3  On  this  glad  day  a  brighter  fcene 

Of  glory  was  ditplay'd 
By  God,  th'  eternal  Word,  than  whea 
This  univerfe  was  made. 

4  He  rifes,  who  mankind  has  bought 

With  grief  and  pain  extreme  ; 
'Twas  great  to  fpeak  the  world  from  nought, 
'Twas  greater  to  redeem  ! 

HYMN    CLVL    Ajhley. 

J   QALVATION!  O  the  joyful  found ! 
O   What  pleafure  to  our  ears  I 
A  fov' reign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

CHORUS. 

Glory,  honour ■,  praife,  and po=zoery 
Be  unto  the  Lamb  for  ever; 
jfef'is  Chrifr  is  our  Redeemer! 
Hallelujah  /  praije  the  Lord? 

2  Salvation  !   let  the  echo  fly 

The  fpacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  Iky 

Confpire  to  raife  the  found.        Glory,  13 c* 

3  Salvation  !   O  thou  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

To  thee  the  praife  belong? : 
Salvation  fhall  infnire  our  hearts, 

And  dwell  upon  our  tongues.     Gfory,  &c. 
J4 


ko  PRAISE. 

HYMN    CLVII.    fund*. 

i   T^ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  Ikies, 
JL     Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fung, 
Thro'  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 
Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord, 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word; 
Thy  praife  fhall  found  from  more  to  more* 
Till  funs  fh^ll  rife  and  fet  no  more. 

2  Your  lofty  themes,  ye  mortals,  bring, 
In  fongs  of  praife  divinely  fmg ; 
The  great  falvation  loud  proclaim, 
And  fiiout  for  joy  the  Saviour's  name  : 
In  ev'ry  land  begin  the  fong, 
To  ev'ry  land  the  ilrains  belong; 
In  cheerful  founds  all  voices  raife, 
And  fill  the  world  with  ioudeft  praife. 

HYMN    CLVIII.    C.  M. 

i    /^OME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs 
V^y     With  angels  round  the  throne, 
Ten  thoufand  thoufand  are  their  tongaes, 
But  ail  their  joys  are  one, 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd,  they  cry, 

To  be  exalted  thus; 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  hearts  reply, 
For  he  was  fiain  for  us. 

3  Jefus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  pow'r  divine  ; 
And  bleifmgs  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lordjor  ever  thine. 


F  RAISE, 

4  The  whole  creation  join  in  one. 
To  blefs  the  facred  name 
Of  him  that  tits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

HYMN     CLIX.     Salijbury. 

1  f^  LORY  be  to  God  on  high, 
\SJ   God,  whofe  glory  fdis  the  fey  ; 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  fcrgiv'n, 
Man,  the  weil-beiov'd  of  Keav'n. 

2  Sov'reign  Father,  heav'nly  King, 
Thee  we  now  prefume  to  iinp-, 
Glad  thine  attributes  confefs, 
Glorious  all  and  numberlefs. 

3  Hail,  by  all  thy  works  ador'd; 
Ha^i,  the  everlaiting  Lord  ; 

Thee  with  thankful  hearts  we  prove 
Lord  of  pow'r  and  God  of  love  ! 

4  Chvilr.  our  Lord  and  God  we  own; 
Chrift,  the  Father's  only  Son  : 
Lamb  of  God  for  finners  flain, 
Savionr  of  citendinfr  man. 

$  Bow  thine  ear,  in  mercy  bow, 
Hear,  the  world's  atonement  then  : 
J^i'i,  in  thy  name  we  pray, 
e,  O  tske  cur  fins  away. 

6"  ?ow  *\  i-"-;l  Advocate  with  Ocd, 
ju!ri%  cs  by  thy  blood! 
T>  >w  thine  ear,  m  mercy  bow, 
Hear,  the  world  s  atonement  thou. 

is 


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P  P.  A I  S  E. 


7  Hear,  for  thou,  O  Chrift,  alone, 
With  thy  glorious  Sire  art  one  ; 
One  the  Holy  Gholt  with  thee, 
One  Supreme,  eternal  Three. 

H  Y  M  N    CLX.    C.  M. 

1  "pRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  y'irnmo: 
JL     That  fill  the  realms  above  ; 
Praife  him  who  form'd  you  of  his  fires, 

And  feeds  you  with  his  love. 

2  Shine  to  his  praife,  ye  cryftal  flues, 

The  floor  of  his  abode  ; 
Or  veil  in  fhades  your  thoufand  eyes 
Eefore  your  brighter  God. 

3  Thou  reftlefs  globe  of  golden  l'ght, 

Whofe  beams  create  our  days. 

Join  with  the  filver  queen  of  night, 

To  own  your  borrow 'd  rays. 

4  Winds,  ye  (hall  bear  his  nome  aloud 

Thro*  the  etherial  blue, 
For  when  his  chariot  is  a  cloud, 
He  makes  his  wheels  of  you. 

5  Thunder  and  hail,  and  fves  and  dorms, 

1  he  troops  of  his  command. 
Appear  in  all  your  dreadful  forms, 
And  fpeak  his  awful  hand. 

6  Shout  to  the  Lord,  ye  forging  feasi 

In  your  eternal  roar; 
Let  wave  to  wave  rcfound  his  praife, 
And  more  reply  to  (bore. 


PRAISE.  f5| 

19  Willie  monfters,  fporting  on  the  flood. 
In  fcaly  filver  (nine, 
Speak  terribly,  their  maker,  God, 
And  laih  the  foaming  brine. 

S  But  gentler  things  mail  tune  his  name 
To  fofter  notes  than  thefc. 
Young  zephyrs  breathing  o'er  the  ftream, 
Or  whifp'ring  thro'  the  trees. 

9  Wave  your  tall  heads,  ye  lofty  pines, 
To  him  that  bids  you;  grow ; 
Sweet  clufters  bend  the  fruitful  vines 
On  ev'ry  thankful  bow. 

io  Let  the  fhrill  birds  his  honours  raife, 
And  climb  the  morning- iky  ; 
While  grov'ling  besfts  attempt  his  praif© 
In  hoarfer  harmony. 

ii  Thus  while  the  meaner  creatures  ling, 
Ye  mortals,  take  the  found, 
jpcbo  the  glories  of  your  King 
Through  all  the  nations  round. 

HYMN    CLXL 

i  rT,,KE  God  of  Abrah'm  praife, 
X       W7ho  reigns  enthron'd  above ; 
Ancient  of  everlafting  days, 
And  God  of  love  : 
JEHOVAH  GREAT  I  AM! 
By  earth  and  heav'n  confe  <:g  £ 
I  bow  and  blefs  the  facred  N    ..e, 
For  aver  bleft. 
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*J4  PRAISE. 

2       The  God  of  Abrah'm  praife, 
At  wh'bfe  fupreme  command* 
From  earth  I  rife-and  feek  the  joys, 
At  his  right  hand : 
I  all  on  earth  forfake, 
Its  wifdom,  fame,  and  povvJr  • 
And  him  my  only  portion  make' 
My  fhield  and  tow'r. 

3       The  God  of  Abrah'm  praife 
Whofe  all-fnfficient  grace 
Shall  guide  me  all  my  happy  days 
In  all  my  ways  : 
He  calls  a  worm  his  friend  ! 
He  calls  himfelf  my  God  !* 
And  he  mall  fave  me  to  the  end 
Thro5  Jefu's  blood  ! 

4       Hebyhimfelfhathfworn, 
I  on  his  oath  depend, 
I  fhall,  on  ^gk,'  Wings  up-borne, 
To  Kear'n  afcend  : 
I  fhalJ  behold  his  face, 
.    I  mall  his  po-.v'r  adore, 
And  fu-.g  the  wonders  of  his  grace 
For  evermore. 

HYMN    CLXII.    CM. 

1  ]VrY^vi0UATT1va]r^^y^iend, 

Where  witi  the  growing  numbers  tnd> 
J  he  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlaftmg  tri/ft, 

Thy  gecdnefs  I  adore ; 


PRAISE.  15; 

Send  down  thy  grace,  O  bleiTed  Lcrd, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

3  My  feet  fhaJJ  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celefHal  road  ; 
And  march  wish  courage  in  thy  ftrengtha 
To  fee  the  Lord  my  God. 

4  Awake,  awake  my  tuneful  pow'rs, 

With  this  delightful  fong, 

And  entertain  the  darkeft  hours, 

Nor  think  the  feafon  long. 

HYMN     CLXIII.     Shepherd  of  IfraeL 

r~pHIS,  this  is  the  God  we  adore, 

JL       Cur  faithful  unchangeable  Friend; 
Whofe  love  is  as  great  as  his  pow'r, 

And  neither  knows  meafure  nor  end. 
*Tis  Jefus,  the  Firii  and  the  Laft, 

Whofe  Spirit  fhall  guide  us  fafe  home; 
We'll  praife  him  for  ail  that  is  pail, 

And  truft  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 

HYMN    CLXIV.    CM. 

3  T  T  THEN  all  the  mercies  of  my  God, 
V  V       My  riling  foul  furveys, 
Why  my  cold  heart,  art  thou  ret  loft 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praife  ? 

2  Thy  providence  my  life  fuftain'd, 

And  all  my  wants  redrefs'd, 

While  in. the  illent  womb  I  lay, 

And  hung  upon  thy  breaft : 


1$6  PRAISE. 

3  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learn 'd 
To  form  themfelves  in  pray'r. 

4  Unnumber'd  comforts  on  my  foul 

Thy  tender  care  beftow'd, 
Before  my  infant-heart  conceiv'd, 
From  whom  thofe  comforts  flow'd. 

£  When  in  the  flipp'ry  paths  of  youth 
With  heedlefs  fteps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unfeen,  convey 'd  me  fafe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

6  Thro'  hidden  dangers,  toils,  and  deaths, 

It  gently  clear "d  my  way, 
And  through  the  pleaiing  fnares  of  vice, 
More  to  be  fear'd  than  they. 

7  Through  ev'ry  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodnefs  I'll  purfue  ; 
And  after  death,  in  diftant  worlds, 
The^>leafirjg  theme  rene^.v. 

5  Through  all  eternity  to  thee 

A  grateful  fong  I'll  raife  ; 
But  O  !  eternity's  too  fhort 
To  utter  all  thy  praife. 

HYMN    CLXV.    E/wsnk 

f        f^V  THOU  God  of  my  falvation, 
V_y     My  Redeemer  from  all  fin, 
Mov'd  to  this  by  great  companion. 
Yearning  bowels  from  within  ; 

1  will  praife  thee, 
Wh>re  fhaU  I  thy  praife  begin  ? 


PRAISE.  I57 

While  the  angel-choirs  are  crying, 

Glory  to  the  great  I  AM ! 
I  with  them  would  ftill  be  vying, 

Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 
O  how  precious 

Is  the  found  of  Jefu's  name ! 

Now  I  fee,  with  joy  and  wonder, 
Whence  the  healing  ftreams  arcfe  ; 

Angel-minds  are  loft  to  pcndsr 
Dying  love's  myfterious  caufe  ; 

Yet  the  blefiing 
Down  to  all, '  to  me  it  flows. 

Though  imfeen  I  love  the  Saviour, 
He  almighty  grace  hath  frown  : 

Pardon'd  guilt  and  purchas'd  favour  ! 
This  he  makes  to  mortals  known  ; 

Give  him  glory, 
Glory,  glory  is  his  own. 

Angels  now  are  hov'nng  round  us, 
Unperceiv'd  they  mix  the  throng, 

Wond'ring  at  the  love  that  crovvn'd  as, 
Glad  to  join  the  holy  fong  : 

Kailetajah, 
Love  and  praife  to  Chrld  belong, 

HYMN    CLXVI.    CM, 

HOW  happy  every  child  of  grace, 
Who  knows  his  fins  forgiv'n  f 
fi  bisearffi,  he  crks,  is  not  my  place, 
I  feek  my  place  in  heaven  : 


J  58     TRUSTING  1  n  PROVIDENCE. 

A  country  far  from  mortal  fight; 
Yet,  6!  by  faith  I  fee 

The  land  of  reft,  the  faints'  delight, 
The  heaven  prepar'd  for  me. 

2  O  what  a  bleffed  hope  is  ours  ! 

While  here  on  earth  we  flay, 
We  more  than  taile  the  heavenly  powers, 

And  antedate  that  day  : 
We  feel  the  refurrecuou  near, 

Our  life  in  Chrift  ccnceal'd, 
And  with  his  glorious  prefence  here 

Our  earthen  veflfels  fill'd. 

3  O  would  he  more  of  heaven  bellow, 

And  let  the  veffels  break, 
And  let  our  ranfom'd  fpirits  go, 

To  grafp  the -God  we  feek  ; 
In  rapt'rous  awe  on  him  to  gaze, 

Who  bought  the  fight  for  me, 
And  fhout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 

Through  all  eternity. 


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HYMN     CLXVIT.    Oluey. 

PART    THE     FIRST. 

COMMIT  thou  all  thy  griefs 
And  ways  into  his  hands, 
To  his  fure  truft  and  tender  care, 
Who  earth  and  heaven  commands ; 
Who  points  the  clouds  their  courfe'i 
Whom  winds  ?.nd  fens  obey, 
He  Trial!  direel  thy  wand'ring  feet, 
He  frail  prep? re  thy  way. 


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Thou  en  the  Lord  rely, 

So  fafe  (halt  thou  go  on  ; 
Fix  on  his  work  thy  itedfaft  eye. 

So  fhall  thy  work  be  done  : 

No  profit  canft  thou  gain 

By  felf-confuming  care, 
To  him  commend  thy  caufe,  his  ear 

Attends  the  fo.fteft  pray 'r. 

Thine  everlafting  truth, 

Father,   thy  ceafeiefs  iove, 
Sees  all  thy  children's  wants,  and  knows 

What  beft  for  each  will  prove  ; 

And  whatfoe'er  thou  wiirft, 

Thon  doft ,  O  King  of  kings ; 
What  thine  unerring  wifdom  cho'fe, 

Thy  pow'r  to  being  brings. 

Thou  ev'ry  where  haft  way. 

And  all  things  ferve  thy  might, 
Thy  ev'ry  act  pure  bleifing  is, 

Thy  path  unfully'd  light. 

When  thou  arifeft,   Lord, 

W7hat  fhall  thy  work  withrTand  ? 
y>7hen  all  thy  children  want,  thou  giv'fL 

Who,  who  fl-iaii  ftay  thy  hand  r 

HYMN   CLXVIIL     Ohej. 

PART    THE    SECOND. 

GIVE  to  the  winds  thy  fears, 
Hope,  and  be  undifmay'd, 
God  hears  thy  fighs,  and  counts  thy  tcars3 
God  inall  lift  up  thy  head; 
Thro'  ware",  and  clouds,  and  ftorms3 
He  gently  clears  the  way  - 


1<k>    TRUSTING  in  PROVIDENCE. 

Wait  thou  his  time,  fo  mall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

2  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart, 
Still  fink  thy  fpirits  down  ; 

Caft  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart, 

And  every  care  be  gone, 

What  tho'  thou  rukft  not. 

Yet  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  hell, 
Proclaim,  God  fitteth  on  the  throne, 

And  ruleth  all  things  well. 

3  Leave  to  his  fov'reign  fway 
To  chufe  and  to  command, 

So  fhalt  thou  wond'ring  own  his  waya 

How  wife,  how  ftrong  his  hand  ! ' 

Far,  far  above  thy  thought 

His  counfel  fhall  appear,  »g 

When  fully  he  the  work  hath  wrought^' 

That  caus'd  thy  needlefs  fear. 

4  Thou  feefi:  our  weaknefs,  Lord, 
Our  hearts  are  known  to  thee^-. 

O  lift  thou  up  the  finking  hand-. 

Confirm  the.  feeble  knee  ; 

Let  us  in  life,  in  death, 

Thy  ftedfaft  truth  declare, 
And  publifi  with  our  lateil  breath 

Thy  iove  and  guardian  care. 

HYMN    CLXIX.    L.  M. 

y  /"^  OD  of  my  life,  whofe  gracious  pow'r 
K^T  1  hro'  various  deaths  my  foul  hath  led: 
Or  ttjrn'd  afide  the  fatal  hour, 
Or  lifted  up  my  finking  head ! 


TRUSTING  in  PROVIDENCE,    *&    v^ 

j  In  all  my  ways  thy  hand  I  own,  *     J  N 

Thy  ruling  providence  I  fee  ;  *"!***§ 

Affift  me  ftill  my  courfe  to  run,  ^  ^     |  ^ 

And  ftill  direft  my  paths  to  thee^  ^l^o*   *  >i| 

3  Whither,  O  whither  fliould  I  by;  '  |^S^  ^ 

But  to  my  loving  Saviour's  breaft*      |  "*$$    |     | 
Secure  within  thine  arms  to  lie,  ^  n|  ^J 

And  fate  beneath  thy  wings  to  reft  ?   g    *  ^  ^ 

4  I  have  no  {kill  the  fnare  to  mun,  "£?tJ     *  vVj> 

But  thou,  O  Chrift !  my  wifdom  artff^S^  ^ 
I  ever  into  ruin  run,  "~ 

But  thou  art  greater  than  my  heart.     \f~t    a 

4M    »>} 

5  Fooliih,"  and  impotent,  and  blind,       «^JvS     §<n§ 

Lead  me  a  way  I  have  not  known  :  ^$    I  ^    , 

Bring  me  where  I  my  heav'n  may  firi(^SL^V^:  S 

The  heav'n  of  loving  thee  alone.       *1f^     ><^ 

6  Enlarge  my  heart  to  make  thee  room  ;  cJ  >J  N     % 

Enter,  and  in  me  ever  flay ;  ^    4  ^ 

The  crooked  then  (hall  ftraight  become  f^    *  \  ^ 
The  darknefs  mall  be  loft  in  day !     ^§   I  <J^ 

HYMN    CLXX.    Talli?.      F  >?  <*j  5| 

JEHOVAH-JIREH,  /.  e.  The  Lord  nvlll 
provide.     Gen.  xxii.  14. 

1    *  1  TTO'  troubles  ?ffa?I,  and  dangers  affright,        \ 
JL     Tho'  friends  mould  all  fail,  and  foes  all 
unite; 
Yet  one  thing  fecures  us,  whatever  betide. 
The  promjfe  allures  us,  The  l^ord  will  provide. 


f 


i6z    TRUSTING  in  PROVIDENCE. 

;  2  :The  birds  without  barn  or  ftorehoufe  are  fed; 
From  them  let  us  learn  to  truft  for  our  brea  ] : 
His  faints  what  is  fitting  (hall  ne'er  be  deny'd, 
'Solong^as  it's  written,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

3  We  alrmay,  like  mips,  by  tempeft  be  toft 
f     Oa  perilous  deeps,  but  need  not  be  loft  ; 
'Tho'  Satan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tide, 
^Yet  fcripture  engages,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

,  4  His  call  we  obey,  like  Abrah'm  of  old  : 
We  know  not  the  way,  but  faith  makes  us 
Jl~Z    bold; 

For  tho'  we  are  ftrangers,  we  have  a  fure  guide, 
*  Aod  truft  in  all  dangers,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

•  5V  \Khen  Satan  appear?  to  ftop  up  our  path, 
Y   T.  And  fills  us  with  fears,  we  triumph  by  faith : 
.  r  J-Tjc  cannot  take  from  us,  (tho'  oft  he  has  try'd) 
The  heart-cheering  prornife,  The  Lord  will 
>•  ■  5    provide. 

S>  ^PHfe  tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain, 
*Tfefe  good  that  we  feek,  we  ne'er  (hall  obtain; 
I  t  -Bitfwhenfuchfuggeftionsourgraceshavetry'd, 
.      This  anfwers  ail  quettions,  The  Lord  will, 
';'  f  provide. 

, '*]  Noftrength  ofourown,norgoodnefs  we  claim, 
Our  truft  is  all  thrown  on  Jefus's  name  ; 
In  this  our  ftrong  tower  for  fafety  we  hide; 
The  Lord  is  our  power,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

%  When  life -finks  apace,  and  death  is  in  view, 
The  word  of  his  grace  (hall  comfort  us  through; 
Not  fearing  nor  doubting,  with  Chrift  on  our 
fide, 
We  hope  to  die  (houting,  The  Lord  will  provide. 


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HYMN    CLXXI.    23dP/rJ;;i. 

1  r~|"",HE  Lord  my  pafture  fhall  prepare, 

JL     And  feed  me  with  a  fhepherd's  cares 
His  prefence  fhall  my  wants  fupply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye; 
My  noon-day  walks  he  ihall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  fultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirfty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary,  wand'ring  fteps  he  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  foft  and  flow, 
Arm\d  the  verdant  landlkip  flow. 

3  Tho'  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overfpread, 
My  ftedfaft  heart  fhall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  ait  with  me  ftill; 
Thy  friendly  crook  fhalJ  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  made. 

5  Tho5  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way 

Through  devious  lonely  wilds  I  flray, 
Thy  bounty  fhall  my  pains  beguile ; 
The  barren  wildernefs  fhall  fmiie 
With  fudden  greens  and  herbage  crown'd. 
And  iireams  mall  murmur  all  around. 

HYMN    CLXXII.    CM. 

1   /""^  OD  moves  in  a  myltericus  way, 
^JJ  His  wonders  to  perform ; 

He  plants  his  footfleps  in  the  fea, 
And  rides  sspon  the  fkrm. 


1 5+  TRUSTING  in  PROVIDENCE. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  (kill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  defigns, 
And  works  his  lov'reign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  faints,  freih  courage  take* 

The  clouds  ye  Co  much  dread 
Are  bi?  with  mercy,  and  mall  break 
In  bleiiings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  fenfe> 

But  truft  him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  fmiling  face. 

5  His  purpofes  will  ripen  fail, 

Unfolding  ev'ry  hour; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  tafte, 
But  fweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  Cure  to  err, 

And  fcnn  his  work  in  vain  : 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

HYMN   CLXXI1I.   Denbigh. 

i      A    WAY,  my  unbelieving  fear! 

JT\.  Fear  fhall  in  me  no  more  have  place; 
My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear, 

He  hides  the  brightnefs  of  his  face  : 
Bur  (hall  i  therefore  let  him  go, 

And  bafely  to  the  tempter  yie'd  ? 
No,  in  the  ilrength  of  Jefus,  no, 

I  never  will  give  up  my  ftiield. 

2  Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 
Although  tine  olive  yield  no  oil, 


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The  with'ring  fig-tree  droop  and  die, 
The  fields  eluc.e  the  tiller's  toil, 

The  empty  flail  no  herd  afford, 
And  perifh  all  the  bleeting  race, 

Yet  will  I  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
The  God  of  my  falvation  praife. 

3  Barren  although  my  foul  remain, 

And  no  one  bud  of  grace  appear, 
No  fruit  of  all  my  toil  and  pain, 

But  fin,  and  only  fin  is  here: 
Although  my  gifts  and  comforts  lon\, 

My  blooming  hopes  cut  off  I  fee, 
Yet  will  I  in  my  Saviour  truftj 

And  glory  that  he  dy'd  for  me. 

4  In  hope  believing  againft  hope, 

Jefus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  I  claim, 
Jefus,  my  ftrength,  mail  lift  me  up, 

Salvation  is  in  Jefu's  name; 
To  rue  he  foon  mail  bring  it  nigh, 

My  foul  fhall  then  out-ftrip  the  wind, 
On  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  high, 

And  leave  the  world  and  fin  behind. 

HYMN    CLXXIV.    CM. 

1  QTILL  for  thy  loving-kindnefs,  Lord, 
k5  I  in  thy  temple  wait ; 

I  look  to  find  thee  in  thy  word, 
Or  at  thy  table  meet* 

2  Here  in  thine  own  appointed  ways 

I  wait  to  learn  thy  will  ; 
Silent  I  ftand  before  thy  face, 
And  hear  thee  fay,  et  Be  fUll  V\ 


1 66    TRUSTING,  in  PRO VIDENCa 

3  "  Be  ftill,  and  know  that  I  am  God  I" 

'Tis  all  I  live  to  know  ! 
To  feel  the  virtue  of  thy  blood, 
And  fpread  its  praife  below  I 

4  I  wait  my  vigour  to  renew, 

Thine  image  to  retrieve: 
The  ^  eil  of  outward  things  pafs  through, 
And  gafp  in  thee  to  live. 

5  1  work,  and  own  the  labour  vain, 

And  thus  from  works  I  ceafe; 
I  ftrive,  and  fee  my  fruitlefs  pain, 
Till  God  create  my  peace. 

6  Fruitlefs,  till  thou  thyfelf  impart, 

Mull  all  my  efforts  prove; 
They  cannot  change  a  linful  heart, 
They  cannot  purchafe  love. 

7  I  do  the  thing  thy  laws  enjoin, 

And  then  the  ftrife  give  o'er; 
To  thee  I  then  the  whole  refign, 
And  trull  in  means  no  more. 

8  I  trait  in  him  who  Hands  between 

The  Father's  wrath  and  me  : 
Jefu,  thou  great  eternal  Mean, 
I  look  for  all  from  thee. 


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HYMN    CLXXV.    S.  M. 

PART    THE     FIRST. 

OLD1ERS  of  Chrift,  arife, 
And  put  your  armour  on, 


Strong  in  the  ftrength  which  God  fupplies. 
Through  his  eternal  Son  : 
Strong  in  the  Lord  of  Hofts, 
And  in  his  mighty  pow'r. 


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Who  in  the  ltrength  of  Jefus  trulls, 
Is  more  than  conqueror- 
Stand  then  in  his  great  might, 
With  all  his  ftrength  endu'd, 
But  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God; 
That  having  all  things  done, 
And  all  your  conflicts  pair, 
Ye  may  o'ercome  through  Chriit  alone. 
And  fiand  entire  at  laft. 
Stand  then  againft  your  fees, 
In  clofe  and  firm  array, 
Legions  of  wily  fiends  oppofe 
Throughout  the  evil  day  ; 
But  meet  the  fons  of  night, 
But  meek  their  vain  defign, 
Arm'd  in  the  arms  of  heav'nly  light, 
Of  righteoufnefs  divine. 
Leave  no  unguarded  place, 
No  weaknefs  of  the  foul : 
Take  ev'ry  virtue,  ev'ry  grace, 
And  fortify  the  whole : 
Indifiblubly  join'd, 
To  battle  all  proceed, 
But  arm  yourfehes  with  all  the  mind 
That  was  in  Chrift  your  head. 

H  Y  M  N    CLXXVI.   S.  M. 

PART     THE    SECOND. 

BUT  above  all,  lay  hold 
Cn  faith's  victorious  fhield; 
Arm'd  with  that  adamant  and  gold, 
You're  fuie  10  win  the  field : 
K 


i68     TRUSTING  in  PROVIDENCE. 

If  faith  f-rround  your  heart, 
Satan  fhail  be  fubdu'd, 
Repell'd  his  ev'rv  fiery  dart, 

And  quench'd  with  jefu's  blood. 

2  Jefus  hath  dy'd  for  you  ! 

What  can  his  love  withfbnd  ? 
Believe!   hold  faft  your  fhield,  and  who 

Shall  pluck  you  from  his  hand  r* 
Believe  that  Jefus  reigns, 

All  pow'r  to  him  is  giv'n: 
Believe,  till  freed  from  fin's  remains: 

Believe  youifelves  toheav'n! 

3  To  keep  ycur  armour  bright, 

Attend  with  conftant  care; 
Still  walking  in  your  Captain's  fight. 

And  watching  unto  pray'r: 
Ready  for  all  alarms, 

Stedfaftly  fet  your  face, 
And  always  exercife  yor»r  arms, 

And  ufe  your  ev'ry  grace. 

4  Pray  !  without  ceafing,  pray, 

(Your  Captain  gives  the  word; 
His  fuminons  cheerfully  obey, 

And  call  upon  the  Lord: 
To  God  your  ev'rv  want. 

In  i  nil  ant  pray'r  difplay ; 
Pray,  always  pray,  and  never  faint; 

Prav !  without  ceafing,  pray. 


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H  Y  M  N    CLXXVII.    L,  M. 

'Seek  ye  the  kingdom   of  God,    and  all  theft  things 
pall  be  added.     LuKExii.    31. 

1  T>EACE,  troubled  foul,  thou  need'ft  not 
JL  Thy  great  Provider  il'Jl  is  near;  [rear, 
Who  fed  thee  lad  will  feed  thee  (till, 

Be  calm,  and  fink  into  his  will. 

2  The  Lord  who  built  the  earth  and  iky, 
In  mercy  (loops  to  hear  thy  cry; 

Ills  promife  all  may  freely  claim, 
"  Ark  and  receive  in  Jefu's  name.'* 

3  His  {lores  are  open  all  and  free. 
To  fuch  as  truly  upright  be ; 
Water  and  bread  he'll  give  for  food, 
With  all  things  elfe  which  he  fees  good. 

4  Your  facred  hairs  which  are  fo  fmall, 
By  God  himfelf  are  number'd  all: 
This  truth  he's  publihYd  ail  abroad, 
That  men  may  learn  to  truft  the  Lord. 

t  The  ravens  daily  he  doth  Ked, 

And  fends  them  fosrd  as  they  have  need3 
Altho'  they  nothing  have  in  ilore, 
Yet  as  they  lack  he  gives  them  more. 

6  Then  do  not  leek  with  anxious  care, 
What  \e  (hall  ear,  or  drink,  or  wear; 
Your  heav'nly  Father  will  you  feed, 
He  knows  that  all  thefe  thinps  your  need„ 

■-j   Without  referve  give  Chrift  your  heart: 
Let  him  his  righteoum^ls  impart; 
Then  all  tilings  elfe  he'll  freely  give; 
With  him  you  all  things  {"hall  receive, 
K  2 


i7o  SUFFERING. 

£  Thus  mall  the  foul  be  truly  bleft, 
That  feeks  in  Gcd  his  only  reft : 
May  I  that  happy  perfon  be, 
In  time,  and  in  eternity  ! 


SUFFERING. 

HYMN    CLXXVIII.      Traveller. 

i    /^OME  on,  my  partners  in  diftrefs, 
\^  My  comrades  through  the  wildernefs, 

Who  ftill  your  bodies  feel; 
A  while  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
To  that  celeftial  hill. 


2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  fpace 
Look  forward  to  that  heav'nly  place, 

The  flints'  fecure  abode: 
On  faith's  ftrong  eagle-pinions  rife, 
And  force  your  pafTage  to  the  fkies., 

And  fcale  the  mount  of  God. 

3  Who  fuffer  with  our  Matter  here, 

We  frail  before  his  face  appear, 
And  by  his  fide  fit  down  : 

To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  fure; 

And  all  that  to  the  end  eniu'-c 
The  crofs,  fh?ll  wear  the  crown, 

4  Thrice-bleffcd  Mifs,  inspiring  hope ; 
It  lifts  the  fainting  fpirits  up: 

It  brings  to  life  the  dead  ! 
Our  ccnfiicls  here  fnall  foon  be  paft5 
And  you  and  I  afcend  at  hft 

Triumphant  with  our  Head* 


SUFFERING. 

r  That  great  myfterious  Deity 
We  foon  with  open  face  fhall  fee, 

The  beatific  fight : 
Shalt  nil  the  heav'nly  courts  with  praifca 
And  wide  diffufe  the  golden  blase 

Of  everlaiTing  light. 

6  The  Father  finning  on  his  throne, 

The  glorious  co-eternal  Son, 

The  Spirit,  one  and  fev'n, 
Confpire  our  rapture  to  complete; 
And  lo  !  we  fail  before  his  feet, 

And  filence  heightens  neav'n. 

n  In  hope  of  that  extatic  paufe, 
.  jefu5  we  now  fuftain  the  crofs, 
And  at  thy  footftool  fall, 
Till  thou  our  hidden  life  reveal, 
111]  thou  our  ravlfl/d  fpirits  fill, 
And  God  is  aii  in  all. 

HYMN    CLXXIX.    Wednefiuy. 

i      A    ND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
il   And  let  it  faint  or  die, 
My  foul  fhall  quit  the  mournful  vale* 

And  forar  to  worlds  on  high: 
Shall  join  the  difembody'd  faints, 

Ar:d  find  its  long-fought  reft, 
That  only  blifs  for  which  it  pants 

In  the  Redse^er;s  breafh 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown 
I  now  the  crofs  foftam. 
And  gladly  wander  up  an    down, 
And  fmik-  at  coil  and  pain, 
K 


Tt 


i72  SUFFERING, 

I  fi;;Ter  on  my  threefcore  years 
TiU  my  Deliv'rer  come, 

And  wipe  away  his  fen- ant's  tears, 
And  take  his  exile  home. 

3  C  what  hath  Jefus  bought  for  me! 

Before  my  raviih'd  eyes 
Rivers  of  lire  divine  [  fee, 

And  trees  of  p*.adifc  ! 
I  foe  a  world  of  fpirits  bright, 

I  >  taBe  the  pleafures  there? 
ThejT  a!:  cr?  rob'd  in  fpotlefs  white, 

Ana  conqu'ring  palms  they  bear. 

4  O  what  are  all  my  fafF'rngs  here, 

If    Lord,  thou  count  me  meet' 
With  |hat  e  ^.nptur'd  hofr  t'appear, 

AH  '.v.jrmip  at  thy  feet. 
Give  joy  or  gri^f,  give  eafe  or  pair*. 

Take  life  or  fiends  away  ; 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 

Jn  that  eternal  day. 


K  Y  M  N    CLXXX.  Epworth. 

HAFPY  foul,  thy  days  are  ended  ; 
All  thy  mourning  datfs  below; 
Go,  by  angel-guards  attended, 
To  the  fight  of  jcius,  gc. 

Watting  to  receive  thy  fpirit, 
Lo  !  the  Saviour  llands  above, 

Shews  the  p'srehafe  of  his  merit, 
Reaches  but  C^:  crown  of  love. 


SUFFERING.  %1% 

3  Straggle  through  thy  lateft  paftion 

To  thy  dear  Redeemer's  breaft, 
To  his  uttermoft  falvation, 
To  his  everlafting  reft.  • 

4  For  the  joy  he  fets  before  thee, 

Bear  a  momentary  pain, 
Die,  to  live  a  life  of  glory, 
Suffer  with  thy  Lord  to  reign. 

HYMN    CLXXXI.    Dying  Stephen. 

I    TJTE  AD  of  the  church  triumphant, 
X  X  We  joyfully  adore  thee, 

Till  thou  appear, 

Thv  members  here 
Shall  ling  like  thofe  in  glory. 
We  lift  our  hearts  and  voices 
With  bleft  anticipation ; 

And  cry  aloud, 

And  give  to  God 
The  praife  of  our  falvation. 

2  While  in  affliction's  furnace, 
And  paffing  through  the  fire, 

Thy  love  we  praife, 

Which  knows  no  days, 
And  ever  brings  us  nigher : 
We  clap  our  hands  exulting 
In  thine  almighty  favour; 

The  love  divine, 

Which  made  us  thine. 
Can  keep  us  thine  for  ever, 


til  FUNERAL, 

3  Thou  doil  conduct  thy  people 

' i     -  ugh  torrents  of  temptation: 
Nor  will  we  fear, 
While  thou  art  near. 
The  fire  of  tribulation:  ■ 
The  world,  with  fin  and  Satan, 
In  vain  our  march  opuofes; 
By  thee  we  (hall 
Break  thro'  rhem  all, 
And  ling  the  long  of  Mofes. 

4  By  faith  we  fee  the  glory 

To  which  thou  (halt  reftore  us. 
The  j^pfs  defpife 
For  that  high  prize 
Which  thou  halt  fet  before  us : 
And  if  thou  count  us  worthy, 
We  each,  as  dying  Stephen, 
Shall  fee  thee  ftand 
At  God's  right-hand, 
To  take  us  up  to  heav'n. 


F  U  NERA  L. 

HYMN     CLXXXIT.      Funeral, 
A    H!  lovely  appearance  of  death, 
jLjL  What  fight  upon  earth  is  fo  fair: 
Not  all  the  gay  pageants  that  breathe, 

Can  with  a  dead  body  compare: 
With  folemn  delight  I  furvcy 

The  corpfc,  when  the  fpirit  is  fled, 
In  love  with  the  beautiful  clay, 
And  longing  to  lie  in  its  ftead. 


FUNERAL,  i7j 

2  How  bleft  is  our  brother,  bereft 

Of  all  that  could  burden  his  mind  5 
How  eafy  the  foul  that  has  left 

This  wearifome  body  behind ! 
Of  evil  incapable  thou, 

Whofe  relics  with  envy  I  fee, 
No  longer  in  mifery  now, 

No  longer  a  fmner  like  me. 

3  This  earth  is  affecled  no  more 

With  ficknefs,  or  fhaken  with  pain^ 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 

And  never  fhall  vex  him  again : 
No  anger  henceforward,  or  mame, 

Shall  redden  this  innocent  clay; 
ExtincT:  is  the  animal  flame, 

And  paffion  is  vanifh'd  away. 

4  This  languishing  head  is  at  reft, 

Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er^ 
This  quiet  immoveable  breaft 

Is  heav'd  by  affliction  no  more: 
This  heart  is  no  longer  the  feat 

Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain; 
It  eeafes  to  flutter  and  beat, 

It  never  fhall  flutter  again. 

£  The  lids  he  fo  feldom  could  clofe, 

By  forrow  forbidden  to  fleep, 
Seal'd  up  in  eternal  repofe, 

Have  ftrangely  forgotten  to  weep  : 
The  fountains  can  yield  no  fupplies ; 

Thefe  holiows  from  water  are  fctt; 
The  t  ars  are  all  wip'd  from  thefe  eyes., 

And  evil  they  never  (hall  fee* 


Ifa  FUNERAL, 

3  Thou  doft  conduct  thy  people 
Through  torrents  of  temptation; 

Nor  will  we  fear, 
While  thou  art  near. 
The  fire  of  tribulation :  ■ 
The  world,  with  fin  and  Satan, 
In  vain  our  march  opoofes; 
By  thee  we  fhaU 
Break  thro'  them  all, 
And  ling  the  long  of  Mofes. 

4  By  fa i  tli  we  fee  the  glory 

To  which  thou  malt  rellore  us. 
The  crpfs  defpile 
For  that  high  prize 
Which  thou  halt  let  before  us: 
And  if  thou  count  us  worthy, 
We  each,  as  dying  Stephen, 
Shall  fee  thee  it  and 
At  God's  right-hand, 
To  take  us  up  to  he,av'n. 


F  U  NERA  L. 

HYMN     CLXXXII.     FuneraU 

AH!  lovely  appearance  of  death, 
WThat  light  upon  earth  is  fo  fair? 
Not  all  the  gay  pageants  that  breathe, 

Can  with  a  dead  body  compare : 
With  folemn  delight  I  furvey 

The  corpfe,  when  the  fplrit  is  fled, 
In  love  with  the  beautiful  clay, 
And  longing  to  lie  in  its  Head. 


FUNERAL. 

2  How  bleft  is  our  brother,  bereft 

Of  all  tbat  could  burden  his  mind ; 
How  eafy  the  foul  that  has  left 

This  wearifome  body  behind  ! 
Of  evil  incapable  thou, 

Whofe  relics  with  envy  I  fee, 
No  longer  in  mifery  now, 

No  longer  a  fmner  like  me. 

3  This  earth  is  affected  no  more 

With  ficknefs,  or  fhaken  with  pain^ 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 

And  never  mall  vex  him  again : 
No  anger  henceforward,  or  fhame, 

Shall  redden  this  innocent  clay; 
Extinct  is  the  animal  flame, 

And  paflion  is  vanifh'd  away. 

4  This  languifhing  head  is  at  reft, 

Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er^ 
This  quiet  immoveable  breaft 

Is  heav'd  by  affliction  no  more: 
This  heart  is  no  longer  the  feat 

Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain: 
It  eeafes  to  flutter  and  beat, 

It  never  fhall  flutter  again. 

5  The  lids  he  fo  feldom  could  clofe, 

By  forrow  forbidden  to  fleep, 
Seal'd  up  in  eternal  repofe, 

Have  ftrangely  forgotten  to  weep  : 
The  fountains  can  yield  no  fupplies; 

Thefe  hollows  from  water  are  free; 
The  tars  are  all  wip'd  from  thefe  eyes.. 

And  evil  they  never  (hall  fee. 


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pr'7*  FUNERAL. 

6  To  mourn  and  to  fairer  is  mine:- 

WiiiaKou.Ki  in  a  prifoigyg^hc, 
And  ft  i  Hi  or  deliverance  pWtf? 

And  prefs  to  the  iffues  of  death  : 
What  now  with  my  tears  I  bed 

O  might  I  this  moment  become  ! 
My  fpirit  created  anew, 

My  flefh  be  contign'd  to  the  tomb  ! 

HYMN     CLXsSHi.    Shepherd  of  I/rad. 
i    13  EJGICE  for  a  brother  deeeas'd, 
JLv  Gar  lofs  is  his  infinite  gain; 
A  foul  cut  of  prifen  releas'd, 

And  freed  from  its  bodily  chain; 
With  longs  let  us  follow  his  flight, 

And  mount  with  his   fpirit  above, 
Efcap'd  to  the  maniiens  of  light, 
And  lodg'd  in  the  Eden  of  love. 

2  Our  brother  the  haven  hath  gain'd. 

Out-flying  the  tempeft  and  wind; 
His  reft  he  hath  fooner  obtain'd, 

And  left  his  companions  behind, 
Still  tofs'd  on  a  fea  of  tH  lire  ft, 

Hard  toiling  to  make  the  bleft  fhore, 
V.  bert  all  is  affurance  and  peace, 

And  forrow  and  jfin  are  no  more. 

3  There  ail  the  (hip's  company  meet* 

Who  fail'd  with  the  Saviour  beneath, 
With  ihouting  each  other  they  greet, 

And  triumph  o'er  trouble  and  death; 
The  voyage  of  life's  at  an  end, 

The  mortal  affliction  is  pall, 
The  age,  that  in  heaven  they  fpendj 

Fgrevtr  and  ever  mail  iaft. 


FUNERAL.  179 

No  longer  imprifon'd  in  clay, 

Who  next  from  his  dungeon  (hall  fly, 

Who  firft  fhall  be  fummon;d  away — 
My  merciful  God — Is  it  I  ? 

O  Jefus,  if  this  be  thy  will, 

That  fuddenly  I  fhould  depart, 
Thy  counfel  of  mercy  reveal, 

And  whifper  the  call  to  my  heart : 
O  give  me  a  fignal  to  know, 

If  foon  thou  wouldfl:  have  me  remove> 
And  leave  the  dull  body  below, 

And  fly  to  the  regions  of  love. 

HYMN    CLXXXVI.    Hamilton's. 

HAPPY  who  in  Jefus  live, 
But  happier  ftill  are  they 
Who  to  God  their  fpirits  give, 
And  'fcape  from  earth  away  : 
Lord,  thou  read'ft  the  panting  heart, 

Lord,  thou  hear'ft  the  praying  iigh  5 
O  'tis  better  to  depart, 
'Tis  better  far  to  die. 

Yet  if  fo  thy  will  ordain 

For  our  companion's  good, 
Let  us  in  the  fleih  remain, 

And  meekly  bear  the  load ; 
Till  we  have  our  grief  fill'd  up, 

Till  we  all  our  works  have  done, 
Late  partakers  of  our  hope, 

And  fiiare rs  of  thv  throne, 
L 


j8o  For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship, 

3  To  thy  wife  and  gracious  will 

We  quietly  fubmit, 
Waiting  for  redemption  ftill, 

But  waiting  at  thy  feet : 
When  thou  wilt  the  blefling  give, 

Call  us  up  thy  face  to  fee, 
Only  let  thy  fervants  live, 

And  let- us  die  to  thee. 


For  PERSONS  joined  in  FELLOWSHIP. 
HYMN    CLXXXVII.    Builth, 

I       /^  OME  away  to  the  ikies, 

V->  My  beloved,  arife, 
And  rejoice  in  the  day  thou  waft  born : 

On  this  feftival  day 

Come  exulting  away, 
And  with  fmging  to  Sion  return. 

£       We  have  laid  up  our  love 

And  treafure  above, 
Tho'  our  bodies  continue  below  : 

The  redeem'd  of  the  Lord, 

W7e  remember  his  word, 
And  with  finging  to  Paradife  go. 

3       With  finging  we  praife 

The  original  grace, 
By  our  heavenly  Father  beftow'd; 

Our  being  receive 

From  his  bounty,  and  live 
To  the  honour  and  glory  of  God 


For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship.  181 

For  thy  glory  we  are 

Created  to  fhare 
Both  the  nature  and  kingdom  divine ; 

Created  again. 

That  our  fouls  may  remain 
In  time  and  eternity  thine. 

"With  thanks  we  approve 

The  defign  of  thy  love, 
Which  hath  join'd  us  in  Jefus's  name; 

So  united  in  heart, 
-That  we  never  can  part, 
Till  we  meet  at  the  feait  of  Lamb. 

There,  there  at  his  feet, 

We  mall  fuddenly  meet 
And  be  parted  in  body  no  more ! 

We  fhall  fing  to  our  lyres, 

With  the  heavenly  choirs, 
And  our  Saviour  in  glory  adore. 

Hallelujah  we  fing 

To  our  Father  and  King, 
And  his  rapturous  praifes  repeat; 

To  the  Lamb  that  was  flain, 

Hallelujah  again 
Sing  all  heaven,  and  fall  at  his  feet ! 

In  affurance  of  hope 

We  to  Jefus  look  up. 
Till  his  banner  unfurl'd  in  the  air 

From  our  graves  we  fhall  fee, 

And  cry  cut,  if  It  is  he," 
And  fly  up  to  acknowledge  him  there. 

L2 


lS2  For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship. 

HYMN     CLXXXVIII.     Derby. 

1  /^OME,  let  us  anew 
V_y   Our  journey  purfue, 
With  vigour  arife, 

And  prefs  to  our  permanent  place  in  the  fkics ; 

Of  heavenly  birth, 

Tho'  wand'ring  on  earth, 

This  is  not  our  place, 
But  Grangers  and  pilgrims  ourfelves  we  confefa. 

2  At  Jefus's  call 

We  give  up  our  All ; 

And  ft  ill  we  forego, 
For  Jefus's  fake,  our  enjoyments  below  ; 

No  lone  in gr  we  find 

For  the  country  behind  j 

But  onward  we  move, 
And  ftiil  we  are  feeking  a  country  above. 

3  A  country  of  joy 
Without  any  alloy, 
We  thither  repair. 

Our  heart  and  our  rreafure  already  are  there. 

We  march  hand  in  hand 

To  Immanuel's  land ; 

No  matter  what  cheer 
W7e  meet  with  on  earth,  for  eternity's  near! 

4  The  rougher  our  way, 
The  mortet  our  ftay  ; 

The  rem  pells  that  ri^e 
Shall  glerioufly  hurrv  our  fouls  to  the  ikies: 

The  fiercer  the  Waft, 

The  iooner  'tis  pall ; 

The  troubles  that  come, 
Shall  ccrr.e  to  our  refcue,  and  halten  us  home. 


For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship.  1S3 

HYMN    CLXXXIX.    Builth. 

1  /^  OME,  let  us  afcend, 

\^>  My  companion  and  friend, 
To  a  tafte  of  the  banquet  above ! 

If  thy  heart  be  as  mine, 

If  for  jefus  it  pine, 
Come  up  into  the  chariot  of  love. 

2  Who  in  Jefus  confide, 
We  are  bold  to  outride 

The  itorms  of  affliction  beneath ! 

With  the  prophet  we  foar 

To  the  heavenly  more, 
And  out-fly  all  the  arrows  of  death* 

3  By  faith  we  are  come 
To  our  permanent  home  : 

By  hope  we  the  rapture  improve; 

By  love  we  ftill  rife. 

And  look  down  on  the  Ikies, 
For  the  heaven  of  heavens  is  love. 

4.      Who  on  earth  can  conceive 

How  happy  we  live 
In  the  palace  of  God,  the  great  King  ? 

What  a  concert  of  praiie, 

When  our  jefus's  grace 
The  whole  heavenly  company  ring  ? 

j       What  a  rapterous  fong, 

When  the  glorify 'd  throng 
In  the  fpirit  of  harmony  join  ? 
Join  all  the  glad  choirs, 
Hearts,  voices,  and  lyres, 
And  the  burden  is  mercv  divine, 
J-3 


1 84  For  Persons  joined  in  Fe  l  l  o w  s  h  i  r » 

6  Hallelujah  they  cry, 
To  the  King  of  the  fky, 

To  the  great  everlafting  I  AM ; 

To  the  Lamb  that  was  flain, 

And  liveth  again, 
Hallelujah  to  God  and  the  Lamb. 

7  The  Lamb  on  the  throne, 
Lo!   he  dwells  with  his  own, 

And  to  rivers  of  pleafure  he  leads ; 

With  his  mercy's  full  blaze, 

With  the  fight  of  his  face, 
Our  beatify'd  fpirits  he  feeds. 

$       Our  foreheads  proclaim 

His  ineffable  name  ; 
Our  bodies  his  glory  difplay; 

A  day  without  night 

W7e  feaft  in  his  light, 
And  eternity  feems  as  a  day  ! 

HYMN   CXC.    CM. 

1  TESU,  great  Shepherd  of  the  flieep, 

I  To  thee  for  help  we  fly : 

Thy  little  flock  in  fafety  keep  ! 

For  O  the  wolf  is  nigh ! 

2  He  comes,  of  hellifh  malice  full, 

To  fcatter,  tear,  and  (lay; 
He  feizes  ev'ry  draggling  fowl, 
As  his  own  lawful  prey. 

3  Us  into  thy  profecYion  take, 

And  gather  with  thy  arm! 

Unleis  the  fojd  we  firft  forfake, 

The  wolf  can  never  harm. 


For  Persons  joinedin  Fellowship.  185 

4  We  laugh  to  fcom  his  cruel  pow'r, 

While  by  our  Shepherd's  fide  ; 
The  fheep  he  never  can  devour, 
Unlefs'hc  firlt  divide, 

5  O  do  not  fu-ffer  him  to  part 

The  fouls  that  here  agree ! 
And  make  us  of  one  mind  and  heart, 
And  keep  us  one  in  thee ! 

6  Together  let  us  fweetly  live  [ 

Together  let  us  die ! 
And  each  a  Harry  crown  receive, 
And  reign  above  the  iky. 

HYMN    CXCI.    CM. 

1  HPRY  us,  O  God,  and  fearch  the  ground 

JL       Of  ev'ry  iinful  heart ; 
Whate'er  of  fin  in  us  is  found, 
O  bid  it  all  depart ! 

2  When  to  the  right  or  left  we  ftray, 

Leave  us  not  comfortlefs  ; 
But  guide  our  feet  into  the  way     , 
Of  everlaiting  peace. 

3  Help  us  to  help  each  other,  Lord, 

Each  other's  crofs  to  bear ; 

Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 

And  feel  his  brother's  care. 

4.  Help  us  to  build  each  other  up, 
Our  little  (lock  improve; 
Jncreafe  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope, 
And  perfect  us  in  love. 


i86  For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship. 

5  Up  into  thee,   our  living  Head, 

Let  us  in  all  things  grow, 
Till  thou  haft  made  us  free  indeed, 
And  fpotiefs  here  below. 

6  Then,  when  the  mighty  work  is  wrought. 

Receive  thy  ready  bride; 
Give  us  in  heaven  a  happy  lot 
With  all  the  fanclify'd. 

HYMN     CXCII.     Cardiff.' 

i  HPHOU  God  of  truth  and  love, 
jL     We  feek  thy  perfect  way, 
Ready  thy  choice  t'approve, 

Thy  providence  t'obey, 
Enter  into  thy  wife  defign, 
And  fweetly  lofe  our  will  in  thine* 

2  Why  haft  thou  caft  our  lot 

In  the  fame  age  and  place  ? 
And  why  together  brought 

To  fee  each  other's  face  ; 
To  join  with  fofteft  fympathy, 
And  mix  our  friendly  fouls  in  thee  ? 

3  Didft  thou  not  make  us  one, 

That  we  might  one  remain, 
Together  travel  on, 

And  bear  each  other's  pain, 
Till  all  thy  utmoft  goodnefs  prove, 
And  rife  renevv'd  in  perfect  love  ? 

4  Surely  thou  didft  unite 

Our  kindred  fpirits  here, 
That  all  hereafter  might 
Before  thy  throne  appear ; 


For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship,  i 8^ 

Meet  at  the  marriage  of  the  Lamb, 
And  ail  thy  giorious  love  proclaim. 

5  Then  let  us  ever  bear 

The  bleffed  end  m  view, 
And  join  with  mutual  care, 

To  fight  our  paflage  through ; 
And  kindly  help  each  other  on, 
Tiil  all  receive  the  ftarry  crown. 

6  O  may  thy  fpirit  Teal 

Our  fouls  umo  that  day! 
With  ali  thy  fulnefs  fill, 

And  then  tranfport  away  ! 
Away  to  our  eternal  reft, 
Away  to  our  Reaeeraer's  breail ! 

HYMN      CXCIII.     Hamilton's. 

i    TT'ATBER  of  our  dying  Lord, 
JL     Remember  us  for  good, 
O  fulfil  his  faithful  word, 

And  hear  his  fpeaking  blood  ! 
Give   us  that  for  which  he  prays  ; 

Father,  glorify  thy  Son; 
Shew  his  truth,  andpow'r,  and  grace, 

And  fend  the  promife  down. 

2  True  and  faithful  Witnefs,    thou, 

O  Chrift,  the  fpirit  give  ! 
Hall  thou  not  receiv'd  him  now, 

That  we  might  now  receive  ? 
Art  thou  not  our  living  Head  ? 

Life  to  ail  thy  limbs  impart : 
Shed  thy  love,  thy  Spirit  fhed, 

In  every  waiting  heart. 


l88     For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship, 

3  Holy  Ghoft,  the  Comforter, 

The  gift  of  Jefus,  come  : 
Glows  our  heart  to  find  thee  near, 

And  fwelis   to  make  thee  room: 
Prefent  wiih  us  thee  we  feel* 

Come,  O  come,  and  in  us  be! 
With  us,  in  us,  live  and  dwell 

To  all  eternity. 


HYMN    CXCIV.     Hotham. 

i    TESU,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee, 
^J    Let  us  in  thy  name  agree; 
Shew  thyfelf  the  Prince  of  Peace; 
Bid  our  jars  for  ever  ceafe. 

2  By  thy  reconciling  love 
Ev'ry  ftumbling-block  remove; 
Each  to  each  unite,  endear; 
Come  and  fpread  thy  banner  here! 

3  Make  us  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
Courteous,  pitiful,  and  kind, 
Lowly,  meek  in  thought  and  word; 
Altogether  like  our  Lord. 

4  Let  us  each  for  other  care, 
Each  the  other's  burden  bear ; 
To  thy  church  the  pattern  give, 
Shew  how  true  believers  live. 

5  Free  from  anger  and  from  pride, 
Let  us  thus  in  God  abide; 

All  the  depths  of  love  exprefs, 
All  the  heights  of  holinefs ! 


For Persons  joined  in  Fellowship.     189 

6  Let  us  then  with  joy  remove 
To  thy  family  above  ; 
On  the  wings  of  angels  fly; 
Shew  how  true  believers  die. 

HYMN    CXCV.    CM. 

2     YESU,  united  by  thy  grace, 
I     And  each  to  each  endear'd, 
With  confideaee  we  feek  thy  face, 
And  know  our  pray'r  is  heard. 

2  Still  let  us  own  our  common  Lord, 

And  bear  thine  eafy  yoke, 
A  band  of  love,  a  three-fold  cord, 
Which  never  can  be  broke. 

3  Make  us  into  one  fpirit  drink  ; 

Baptize  into  thy  name  ; 
And  let  us  always  kindly  think, 
And  fweetly  fpeak  the  fame. 

4  Touch'd  by  the  loadltone  of  thy  love, 

Let  all  our  hearts  agree; 
And  ever  tow'rds  each  other  move, 
And  ever  move  tow'rds  thee. 

5  To  thee  infeparably  join'd, 

Let  all  our  fpirits  cleave; 

O  may  we  all  the  loving  mind 

That  was  in  thee  receive  ! 

6  This  is  the  bond  of  perfeclnefs, 

Thy  fpotlefs  charity ; 
O  let  us  ftill,  we  pray,  poffefs. 
The  mind  that  was  in  thei  '<■ 
L6 


j  go  for  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship, 

7  Grant  this  and  then  from  all  below 
Infenfibly  remove  ; 
Our  fouls  their  change  (hall  fcarcely  know, 
Made  perfect  firft  in  love. 

S  With  eafe  our  fouls  thro'  death  {hall  glide 
Into  their  paradife  ; 
And  thence  on  wings  of  angels  ride 
Triumphant  through  the  Ikies. 

9  Yet  when  the  fullefl  joy  is  giv'n, 
The  fame  delight  we  prove; 
In  earth,  in  paradife,  in  heav'n, 
Our  All  in  All  is  love. 

HYMN     CXCVI.     Loie-Feajl. 

PART     THE     FIRST. 

1  /^  OME,  and  let  us  fvveetly  join, 
V.^  Chrift  to  praifein  hymns  divine! 
Give  we  all.  with  one  accord. 
Glory  to  our  common  Lord  ; 
Hands,  and  hearts,  and  voices  raife; 
Sing  as  in  the  ancient  days; 
Antedate  the  joys  above, 
Celebrate  the  feaft  of  love. 

2  Strive  we,  in  affection  llrive: 
Let  the  purer  flame  revive, 
Such  as  in  the  martyr's  glow'd, 
Dying  champions  for  their  God : 
We  like  them  may  live  and  love; 
Call'd  we  are  their  joys  to  prove : 
Sav'd  with  them  from  future  wrath  | 
Partners  of  like  precious  faith, 


For  Persons  joined,  in-  Fe  LLOwsaip,   ig? 

3  Sing  we  then  in  Jefu's  name. 
Now  as  yefterday  the  fame  ; 
One  in  ev'ry  time  and  place, 
Full  for  ail  of  truth  and  grace  : 
We  for  Chrift  our  mafter  ftand 
Lights  in  a  benighted  land  ; 
We  our  dying  Lord  confefs; 
We  are  Jefu's  witnelfes. 

4  WitnefTes  that  Chrift  hath  dy'd; 
We  with  him  are  crucify 'd  : 

Chrift  hath  burft  the  bands  of  death ; 
We  his  quick'ning  Spirit  breathe  ; 
Chrift  is  now  gone  up  on  high  ; 
Thither  ail  our  wifhes  fly  : 
Sits  at  God's  right-hand  above ; 
There  with  him  we  reign  in  love. 

HYMN     CXCVII,     Foundery. 

PART    THE    SECOND. 

i   /^OME,  thou  high  and  lofty  Lord: 
\~>>   Lowly,  meek,,   incarnate  word;     . 
Humbly  ftoop  to  earth  again  ; 
Come,  and  viiit  abjeel:  man  ! 
Jefu,  dear  expected  gueft, 
Thou  art  bidden  to  the  feaft  : 
For  thyfclf  our  hearts  prepare  ! 
Come,  and  lit,  and  banquet  there. 

2  Jefu,  we  thy  promife  claim  : 
We  are  met  in  thy  great  name; 
In  the  midit  do  thou  appear, 
Manifeft  thy  prefence  here.! 


19*  For  Persons  jntned in  Fellowship* 

Sanclify  us,  Lord,  andblefs! 
Breathe  thy  Spirit,  give  thy  peace  : 
Thou  thyfelf  within  us  move  ; 
Make  our  feaft  a  feaft  of  love. 

5  Let  the  fruits  of  grace  abound  ; 
Let  in  us  thy  bowels  found; 
Faith,  and  love,  and  joy  inereafe, 
Temperance  and  gentlenefs : 
Plant  in  us  thy  humble  mind, 
Patient,  pityful,  and  kind  : 
Meek  and  lowly  let  us  be, 
Full  of  goodnefs,  full  of  thee. 

4  Make  us  all  in  thee  complete  : 
Make  us  all  for  glory  meet ; 
Meet  t'  appear  before  thy  fight, 
Partners  with  the  faints  in  light : 
Call,  O  call  us  each  by  name 
To  the  marriage  of  the  Lamb : 
Let  us  lean  upon  thy  breaft ! 
Love  be  there  our  endiefs  feaft  ! 

HYMN    CXCVIII.    CM. 

1  /^OME,  let  us  ufe  the  grace  divine,, 
\^j     And  all  with  one  accord 

In  a  perpetual  co* 'nant  join 
Ourfelves  to  Chrilt  the  Lord  : 

2  Give  up  ourfelves  thro'  Jefu's  pow'r, 

His  name  to  glorify, 
And  promife  in  this  facred  hour, 
For  God  to  live  and  die. 


o 


The  covenant  we  this  moment  make,. 
Be  ever  kept  in  mind ; 


For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship,     193 

We  will  no  more  our  God  forfakei 
Or  caft  his  words  behind. 

4  We  never  will  throw  off  his  fear, 

Who  hears  our  iblemn  vow  ; 
And  if  thou  art  well  pleas'd  to  hear, 
Come  down  and  meet  us  now. 

5  Thee,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 

Let  all  cur  hearts  receive  ! 
Prefent  with  the  celeftial  hoft, 
The  peaceful  aniwer  give  ! 

6  To  each  the  cov'nant-blood  apply, 

Which  takes  our  fins  away ; 
And  regifter  our  names  on  high, 
And  keep  us  to  that  day. 

HYMN    CXCIX.    L.M. 

On  admitting  a  New  Member. 
ROTHER  in  Chrift,  and  well-belov'd* 


B 


To  jefus  and  his  fervants  dear, 
Enter,  and  mew  thyfelf  approv'd ; 
Enter,  and  find  that  God  is  here. 

'Scap'd  from  the  world,  redeemed  from  fin> 
By  fiends  purfu'd,  by  men  abhorr'd, 

Come  in,  poor  fugitive,  come  in, 
And  mare  the  portion  of  thy  Lord. 

Welcome  from  earth  ! — lo,  the  right  hand 
Of  fellowship  to  thee  we  give  ! 

With  open  arms  and  hearts  we  fcand, 
And  thee  in  JeiVs  name  receive. 


194     F°r  PeR?°ns  joined  in  Fellowship, 

4  Say,  is  thy  heart  refolv'-d  as  ours  ? 

Then  let  it  burn  with  facred  love ; 
Then  let  it  taite  the  heavniy  povv'rs, 
Partaker  of  the  joys  above. 

5  Jefu,  attend,  thyfelf  reveal ! 

Are  we  not  met  in  thy  great  name  ? 
Thee  in  the  midft  we  wait  to  feel, 
We  wait  to  catch  the  fpreading  flame. 

6  Thou  God,  that  anfwereft  by  fire, 

The  Spirit  of  burning  now  impart, 
And  Jet  the  flames  of  pure  deiire, 
Rife  from  the  altar  of  each  heart. 

7  Truly  our  fellowship  below, 

With  thee  and  with  the  Father  is : 
In  the?  eternal  life  we  know, 
And  heav'n's  unutterable  blifs. 

8  In  part  we  only  know  thee  here, 

But  wait  thy  coming  from  above — 
And  I  (hall  then  behold  thee  near, 
And  I  (hall  all  be  loft  in  love. 

HYMN     CC.     Hrtham. 
On  njifiting  a  Friend. 
i   "I3EACE  be  on  this  houfe  beftow'd, 
JL        Peace  on  all  that  here  reficle  ; 
Let  the  unknown  peace  of  God 
With  the  man  of  peace  abide  ! 
Let  the  Spirit  now  come  down  ; 

Let  the  Welling  now  take  place : 
Son  of  Peace,  receive  thy  crown, 
Fulnefs  of  the  gofpel-grace. 


For 'Persons  joined m  Fellowship,     ig.r 

2  Chrift,  my  mafter  and  my  Lord, 

Let  me  thy  forerunner  be ; 
O  be  mindful  of  thy  word, 

Vifit  them,  and  vifit  me  ! 
To  this  houfe,  and  all  herein, 

Now  let  thy  falvation  come! 
Save  our  fouls  from  inbred  fin : 

Make  us  thy  .eternal  home  ! 

3  Let  us  never,  never  reft, 

Till  the  promife  is  fulfhTd  ; 
Till  we  are  of  thee  poffefs'd, 

Pardon'd,  fanclify'd  and  feal'd  I 
Till  we  all,  in  love  renew 'd, 
Find  the  pearl  that  Adam  loft, 
-    Temples  of  the  living  God, 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft ! 

HYMN    CCI.    CM. 
Parti  ng. 
i   T3  LEST  be  the  dear,  uniting  love-, 
JL3     That  will  not  let  us  part ! 
Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove, 
We  ftill  are  one  in  heart. 

2  Join'd  in  one  fpirit  to  our  Head, 

Where  he  appoints  we  go  ; 

And  ftill  in  Jefu's  footfteps  tread3 

And  mew  his  praife  below. 

3  O  may  we  ever  walk  in  him, 

And  nothing  knew  befide, 
Nothing  delire,  nothing  efteem, 
-But  Jefus  crucify 'd  I 


196     For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowshif. 

4  Clofer  and  clofer  let  us  cleave 
To  his  belov'd  embrace  ; 
Expecl  his  fulnefs  to  receive, 
And  grace  to  anfwer  grace. 

ij  Partakers  of  the  Saviour's  grace, 
The  fame  in  mind  and  heart, 
Nor  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  time,  nor  plate, 
Nor  life,  nor  death  can  part. 

6  But  let  us  haften  to  the  day, 

Which  mall  our  flefh  reftore ; 
When  death  fhall  all  be  done  away, 
And  bodies  part  no  more ! 

HYMN     CCII.     Trumpet. 

1  TESUS,  accept  the  praife 

J      That  to  thy  name  belongs  ; 
Matter  of  all  our  praife, 

Subject  of  all  our  fongs  : 
Through  thee  we  now  together  came, 
And  part  exulting  in  thy  name. 

2  In  fleih  we  part  awhile, 

But  (till  in  fpirit  join'd, 
T*  embrace  the  happy  toil, 

Thou  haft  to  each  aflign'd  : 
And,  while  we  do  thy  bleffed  will, 
We  bear  our  heav'n  about  us  ftill. 

3  O  let  us  thus  go  on 

In  all  thy  pleafant  ways, 
And,  arm'd  with  patience,  run 

With  joy  th'  appointed  race  ! 
Keep  us,  and  every  feeking  foul, 
Tiji  ill  attain  the  heav'nly  goal, 


For  Yersoxs  fined  in  Fellowship.     197 

There  we  fhall  meet  again, 

When  all  our  toils  are  o'er, 
And  death,  and  grief,  and  pain, 

And  parting  are  no  more. 
We  fhall  with  all  our  brethren  rife, 
And  grafp  thee  in  the  flaming  fkies. 

;  O  happy,  happy  day, 

That  calls  thy  exiles  home  ! 
The  heav'ns  fhall  pafs  away  ; 

The  earth  receive  its  doom : 
Earth  we  fhall  view,  and  heav'n  deftroy'cT, 
And  fhout  above  the  fiery  void. 

Then  let  us  wait  the  found 

That  fhall  our  fouls  releafe, 
And  labour  to  be  found 

Of  him  in  fpotlefs  peace; 
In  perfect  holinefs  renew 'd, 
Adorn'd  with  Chrift,  and  meet  for  God  J 


HYMN    CC1II.    CM. 

Waiting  for  the  Spirit  of  Adoption, 

1      A    LI.  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
jTX.     And  never-ceafing  praife, 
While  angels  live  to  know  thy  name, 
Or  men  to  feci  thy  grace. 

l  With  this  cold  ftony  heart  of  mine, 
Jefus,  to  thee  I  flee ! 
And  to  thy  grace  my  foul  re!igna 
To  be  renew  5d  by  thee, 


198  BIRTH-DAY. 

3  Give  me  to  hide  my  bluihing  face, 

While  thy  dear  crofs  appears  ; 
DifTolve  my  heart  in  thankfulnefs, 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

4  O  may  the  uncorrupted  feed 

Abide  and  reign  within  ; 
And  thy  life-giving  word  forbid 
My  new-born  foul  to  fin. 

5  Father,  I  wait  before  thy  throne ; 

Call  me  a  child  of  thine  ! 

Send  down  the  fpirit  of  thy  Son 

To  form  my  heart  divine. 

6  There  fried  thy  promis'd  love  abroad, 

And  make  my  comfort  ftrong  ; 
Then  ftiall  I  fay,  »  My  Father,  God!" 
With  an  unwav'ring  tongue. 


BIRTH-DAY. 

HYMN    CCIV.    Refurreaion. 
f 

GOD  of  my  life,   to  thee, 
My  cheerful  foul  I  raife  ; 
Thy  goodnefs  bad  me  be, 
And  ftill  prolongs  my  days  ; 
I  fee  my  natal  hour  return, 
And  blefs  the  day  that  i  was  born. 


'BIRTH-DAY.  199 

A  clod  of  living  earth, 
I  glorify  thy  name, 
From  whom  alone  my  birth, 
And  all  my  blefrmgs  came  : 
Creating  and  preierving  grace 
Let  all  that  is  within  me  praife. 

Long  as  I  live  beneath, 

To  thee  O  let  me  live ; 
To  thee  my  ev'ry  breath 
In  thanks  and  praifes  give! 
Whate'er  I  have,  whate'er  I  am, 
Shall  magnify  my  Maker's  name. 

My  foul  and  all  its  pow'rs, 

Thine,  wholly  thine  fhall  be  ; 
All,  all  my  happy  hours 
I  ccnfecrate  to  thee  : 
Me  to  thine  image  now  reftore, 
And  I  fhall  praife  thee  evermore. 

I  wait  thy  will  to  do, 
As  angels  do  in  heav'n ; 

In  Chrift  a  creature  new, 
Eternaily  forgiv'n : 
I  wait  thv  perfect  will  to  prove, 
All  faneVify'd  by  finlefs  love. 

Then  when  the  work  is  dorte, 

The  work  of  faith  with  pow'f, 
Receive  thy  favour'd  fon 
In  death's  triumphant  hour ; 
Like  Mofes  to  thy  felt  convey, 
And  kiis  my  raptur'd  foul  away. 


zoo  BIRTH-DAY. 

HYMN    CCV.    Builth. 
WAY  with  our  fears, 


A1 


The  glad  morning  appears, 
When  an  heir  of  falvation  was  born  ! 

From  Jehovah  I  came, 

For  his  glory  I  am, 
And  to  him  I  with  finging  return. 

Thee,  Jefns,  alone, 

The  fountain  I  own 
Of  my  life  aad  felicity  here: 

And  cheerfully  fing 

My  Redeemer  and  King, 
Till  his  figns  in  the  heavens  appear. 

With  thanks  I  rejoice 

In  thy  fatherly  choice 
Of  my  ftate  and  condition  below; 

If  of  parents  1  came 

Who  honour'd  thy  name, 
*Twas  thy  wifdom  appointed  it  fo. 

I  fing  of  thy  grace, 

From  my  earlieft  days 
Ever  near  to  allure  and  defend; 

Hitherto  thou  haft  been 

My  preferver  from  fin, 
And  I  truft  thou  wilt  fave  to  the  end. 

O  the  infinite  cares 

And  temptations  and  fnares, 
Thy  hand  hath  condu&ed  me  through! 

O  the  bleffings  beitow'd 

By  a  bountiful  God, 
And  the  mercies  eternally  newX 


BIRTH-DAY.  201 

What  a  mercy  is  this. 

What  a  heaven  of  blifs, 
How  unfpeakably  happy  am  I ! 

Gather'd  into  the  fold, 

With  thy  people  enroll'd, 
With  thy  people  to  live  and  to  die  I 

0  the  goodnefs  of  God 
In  employing  a  clod 

His  tribute  of  glory  to  raife ! 

His  ftandard  to  bear, 

And  with  triumph  declare 
His  unfpeakable  riches  of  grace! 

I       O  the  fathomlefs  love, 

That  has  deigned  to  approve, 
And  profper  the  work  of  my  hands! 
With  my  paftoral  crook 

1  went  over  the  brook, 

And,  behold  !  I  am  fpread  into  bands  J 

j      Who,  I  afk  in  amaze, 
Hath  begotten  me  thefe  I 
And  inquire  from  what  quarter  they  came  ? 
My  full  heart  it  replies, 
They  are  born  from  the  ikies, 
And  gives  glory  to  God  and  the  Lamb. 

EO     All  honour  and  praife 
To  the  Father  of  grace, 
To  the  Spirit,  and  Son  I  return ! 
The  builnefs  purfue 
He  hath  made  me  to  do, 
And  rejoice  that  I  ever  was  born. 
In  a  raoture  of  joy 
My  life  I  employ, 
The  God  of  my  life  to  proclaim: 


20i  BACKSLIDER. 

*Tis  worth  living  for  this, 
To  admirifter  blifs 
And  falvation  in  Jefus's  name* 

1 2     My  remnant  of  days 
I  fpend  in  his  praife, 
Who  died  the  whole  world  to  redeem  ; 
Be  they  many  or  few, 
My  days  are  his  due, 
And  they  all  are  devoted  to  him  f 


BACKSLIDER. 
HYMN    CCVI.    Builth. 

PART  THE    FIRST. 

HOW  happy  are  they 
Who  the  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treafure  above ! 
Tongue  cannot  exprefs 
The  fweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  foul  in  its  earlieft  love ! 

That  comfort  was  mine, 

When  the  favour  divine 
I  firft  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb ; 

When  my  heart  it  believ'd, 

What  a  joy  I  receiv'd, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jefus's  name  ! 

'Twas  an  heaven  below 

My  Saviour  to  know ; 
The  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  ftory  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  linners  adore. 


BACKSLIDER.  203 

Jefus  ail  the  day  long 
Was  my  joy  and  my  long ; 

0  that  all  his  falvation  might  fee! 
He  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cried, 

He  hath  fuffer'd,  and  died, 
To  redeem  fuch  a  rebel  as  rne. 

On  the  wings  of  his  love 

I  was  carry 'd  above 
All  fin,  and  temptation,  and  pain; 

I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  mould  grieve, 
That  I  ever  mould  fufter  again. 

I  rode  on  the  fky, 

Freely  juflify'd  I ! 
Nor  envy'd  Elijah  his  feat: 

My  foul  mounted  higher 

In  a  chariot  of  fire, 
And  the  moon  it  was  under  my  feet. 

Oh  !  the  rapturous  height 

Of  that  holy  delight, 
Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood! 

Of  my  Saviour  pofleft, 

I»was  perfectly  bleft, 
As  if  fiird  with  the  fulnefs  of  God. 

HYMN    CCVII.    Builth. 

PART    THE    SECOND. 

AH,  where  am  I  now  ! 
When  was  it,  or  how 
That  I  fell  from  my  heaven  of  grace  ? 
I  am  brought  into  thrall, 
I  am  ftript  of  my  All, 

1  am  banilh'd  from  Jefus's  face, 

M 


204  BACKSLIDER, 

2  Hardly  yet  do  I  know. 
How  I  Jet  mv  Lord  go, 

So  infenfibty  ftarting  alkie, 

V\  hen  the  tempter  came  in 

With  his  own  fubtle  f  n, 
And  infe&ed  my  fpirit  with  pride, 

3  But  I  felt  it  too  foon, 
Th'j.t  my  Saviour  was  gone, 

Swiftly  vanifhing  out  of  my  fight; 

My  triumph  and  boaft 

On  a  fudden  were  loft, 
And  my  day  it  was  turn'd  into  night, 

4.       Only  pride  could  deftrcy 

That  innocent jov, 
And  make  my  Redeemer  depart; 

But  whate'er  was  the  cauie, 

I  lament  the  fad  lofs, 
For  the  veil  is  come  over  my  heart, 

5  Ah  !  wretch  that  I  am ! 
I  can  only  exclaim, 

Like  a  devil  tormented  within  : 

Mv  Saviour  is  gone, 

And  ha^  left  me  alone 
To  the  fury  of  Satan  and  fin. 

6  Nothing  now  can  relieve,  • 
Without  comfort  I  grieve, 

I  have  loft  all  my  peace  and  my  pow'r ; 
No  accefs  do  I  find 
To  the  Friend  of  mankind  ; 

I  can  aik  for  his  mercy  do  more. 
$       Tongue  cannot  declare 
The  torment  I  bear, 

(While  no  end  of  my  troubles  I  fee) 


BACKSLIDER. 

Only  Adam  could  tell 
On  the  day  that  befell, 
And  w^  turn'd  out  of  Eden,  like  me. 

£       Driven  out  from  my  God, 

I  wander  abroad, 
Thro'  a  defart  of  for  rows  I  rove  ; 

And  how  great  is  my  pain, 

That  I  cannot  regain 
My  Eden  of  Jefus's  love  ! 

jg       I  never  (hall  rife 

To  my  firit  paradife, 
Or  come  my  Redeemer  to  fee  : 

But  I  feel  a  faint  hope 

That  at  laft  he  will  ftoop, 
And  his  pity  mall  bring  him  to  me. 

H  Y  M  N     CCV1II.      Funeral  ... 

.1     T-JOW  fhall  a  loft  finner  in  pain, 

=*-  -*•   Recover  his  f  )r:ei:ed  pe;ree  X 

When  brought  into  bondage  again. 

What  hope  of  a  ie^cna  rdeaie  ? 
Will  mercy  itfelf  be  fo  kind 

To  fpare  fuch  a  rebel  as  me? 
And  O  !   can  I  poilibly  find 

Such  plenteous  redemption  ir.  thee  ! 

2  O  jefus,  of  thee  I  require, 
If  It  ill  thou  art  able  to  fave, 
The  brand  to  pluck  out  of  the  fire, 

And  ranibiH  my  foul  from  the  grave  ? 
The  heb  of  thy   Spirit     -tore, 

And  mew  me  the  iiic-^ivin^  blood, 
A^id  pardon  a  fmner  once    'lore, 
And  bring  me  a?a\n  unto  God. 
JV1  2 


205 


zoS  BACKSLIDER. 

3  O  Jefus,  in  pity  draw  near, 

Come  quickly  to  help  a  loft  foul, 
To  comfort  a  mourner  appear, 

And  make  a  poor  Lazarus  whole : 
The  balm  of  thy  mercy  apply, 

(Thou  feeft  the  fore  anguiih  I  feel} 
Save,  Lord,  or  I  peri  Hi,  I  die, 

O  fa-  e,  or  I  fmk  into  hell ! 

4  I  fink,  if  thou  longer  delay 

Thy  pardoning  mercy  to  fhew; 
Come  quickly,  and  kindly  difplay 

The  pow'V  of  thy  pafiion  below. 
By  all  thou  haft  done  for  my  fake, 

One  drop  of  thy  blood  I  implore ; 
Now,  new  let  it  touch  me,  and  make 

The  finaer  a  finner  no  more. 

HYMN     CCIX.     H2th  P/alm. 
For  the  Morning. 

j  II  THERE  is  my  Gctd,  my  joy,  my  hope., 
V  V     The  dear  deft  re  of  nations,  where  \ 
Jefus  to  thee  my  foul  looks  up, 

To  thee  di teds  her  morning-prayer; 
And  fpreads  her  arms  of  faith  abroad, 
,T"  embrace  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  God! 

2   Mine  eyes  present  the  mornings  ay, 
Looking,  and  longing  for  thy  word; 

Come.  O  my  jefus,  (omeaway, 

And  let  my  heart  receive  its  Lord; 
Which  panii  and  ftrug^les  to  be  freea 
And  breaks  to  be  detain'd  ffoia  thee. 


PRAYER.  2«7 

5  Appear  in  me,  bright  Merning-Star, 

And  fcatter  all  the  (hades  of  night ! 

I  law  thee  once,  and  came  from  far, 

But  quickly  loft  thy  tran'lent  light; 
And  now  again  in  darknefs  pine, 
Till  thou  throughout  my  nature  mine. 

4  Li  patient  hope  I  now  take  heed 

To  the  fure  word  of  promised  grace, 
Whofe  rays  a  feeble  luitre  fried, 

Faint,  glimmering  thro'  the  da  :kr:  me  place ; 
Till  thou  thy  glorious  light  impart, 
And  rife  the  Day-Star  in  my  heart. 

5  Come,  Lord,  be  manifefted  here, 

.And  all  the  devil's  works  J.euroy; 
Now  without  fin  in  me  aepear, 
And  fill  with  everlafting joy: 

Thy  beatific  face  ciifnjay, 
Thy  prefence  is  the  perfect  day. 


A   P  A  R  E  N  T's    P  R  A  YE  R, 

,    HYMN    CCX.    CM. 

1  /""^  OD  only  wife,  almighty,  good, 
VT  Send  forth  thy  truth  and  light, 
To  point  us  out  the  narrow  road, 

And  guide  our  Heps  aright : 

2  To  fleer  our  dam>'rous  courfe  between 

The  rocks  on  either  hand  : 
And  fix  us  in  the  golden  mean, 
And  bring  our  charge  to  hud, 

M  ; 


20S  NATIVITY, 

3  Made  apt  by  thy  fufficient  grace 

To  teach  as  taught  by  thee, 
We  come  to  train  in  ail  thy  ways, 
Our  rifing  progeny. 

4  Their  feififh  will  in  time  fubdue, 

And  mortify  their  pride; 
And  lend  their  youth  a  facretl  clew 
To  find  the  Crucify 'd! 

j  We  would  in  ev'ry  ftep  look  up, 
By  thy  example  taught, 
T'  alarm  their  fear,  excite  their  hope, 
And  reclifv  th:ir  thought. 

6  We  would  perfuade  their  heart  t'obey, 

With  mildeft  zeal  proceed; 
And  never  take  the  harfher  way, 
When  love  will  do  the  deed. 

7  For  this  we  afk,  in  faith  iincere, 

The  wifdbm  from  above. 
To  touch  their  hearts  with  filial  fear, 
And  pure,  ingenuous  love: 

5  To  watch  their  will  to  fctnfe  inclin'd, 

With-hold  the  hurtful  food; 
And  gently  bend  their  tender  mind, 
And  draw  their  fouls  to  God. 


NATIVITY. 

HYMN    CCXI.    BvMth. 

A    LL  hail !  happy  day, 
jL  A.   When  enrob'd  in  our  clay, 
The  Redeemer  appear'd  upon  earth: 


NATIVITY. 


lot 


Hew  can  we  refrain 
For  to  join  the  glad  frrain, 
And  to  hail  our  Immanuei's  birth? 

How  boundlefs  that  love, 

Firlt  begotten  above, 
And  through  jefus  to  finners  made  known! 

Lift,  lift  up  the  voice. 

And  exulting  rejoice, 
For  Jehovah  to  earth  is  come  down. 

Ye  angels  of  God, 

Sound  his  praifes  abroad, 
And  acknowledge  him  j  AH,  the  I  AM: 

We  alfo  will  join 

In  a  hymn  fo  divine, 
Giving  glory  to  God  and  the  Lamb. 

To  Christ,  we  will  ling. 

As  our  High  Priefr.  and  Kine, 
And  our  Prophet  to  teach  us  the  read : 

But  more  than  all  this, 

For  Aimighty  he  is, 
And  we  own  him  our  crucify 'd  God! 

To  Jefus's  praife 

Let  us  fpend  all  our  days, 
For  'tis  be  our  furety  hath  flood: 

Hefojourned  below, 

That  his  mercy  might  flow, 
And  he  parchas'd  c;ar  pardon  with  blood  ! 

O  may  the  return 

Of  this  once-blelTed  morn. 
Be  for  ever  reinember'd  with  joy; 

Sweet  accents  of  praife 

All  our  voices  fhall  raile, 
Hallelujahs  fhall  be  our  employ. 


2io  NATIVITY. 

7  Let  echo  prolong 
The  harmonious  fong, 

Hallelujahs  again  and  again; 

He  kindles  the  hire, 

Whom  the  nations  defire, 
And  to  him  we  devote  the  glad  ftrain, 

8  Bleft  Jefus,  while  we 
Pay  our  tribute  to  thee, 

Let  us  worfhin,  admire,  and  adore; 
Accept  as  tiiy  crown, 
What  before  was  thy  own, 

Hallelujahs  and  praife  evermore. 

HYMN     COXII.     SahJLury. 
r    T  T  ARK!  the  herald-angels  ling, 
XJL   "  Glory  to  the  new-born  King; 
"  Peace  on  earth,  and  mercv  mild  j 
*'  God  and  finners  reconcll'd." 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rife, 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  fkies, 
With  th'  angelic  holt  proclaim, 
"  Chrift  is  born  in  Bethlehem. " 

2  Chrift,  by  higheft  heav'n  ador'd, 
Chrift  the  everlafting  Lord; 
Late  in  time  behold  him  come, 
Offspring  of  a  virgin's  womb: 
Veil'd  in  flefh,  the  Godhead  fee, 
Hail  the  incarnate  Deity  ! 
Pleas'd  as  man  with  men  t'  appear, 
Jefus  our  Immanuel  here. 

3  Hail,  the  heav'n-born  Prince  of  Peace* 
Hail,  the  Son  of  Righteoufnefs! 


NEW. YEAR'S  DAY.  211 

Light  and  life  to  ail  he  brings, 
Ris'n  with  healing  in  his  wings; 
Mild  he  lavs  his  glory  by, 
Born,  that  man  no  more  may  die; 
Born  to  raife  the Tons  of  earth, 
Born  to  give  them  fecond  birth. 

4  Come,  defire  of  nations,  come, 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  home  : 
Rife,  the  woman's  conquering  feed, 
Bruife  in  us  the  ferpent's  head  : 
Adam's  likenefs  now  efface, 
Stamp  thine  image  in  its  place; 
Second  Adam  from  above, 
Re-inflate  us  in  thy  love» 


NEW-YEAR's  DAY. 


HYMN    CCXIII.    Lenox. 

f-pHE  Lord  of  earth  and  Iky, 

Jl     The  God  of  ages  praife, 
Who  reigns  enthron'd  on  high, 
Ancient  of  endlefs  days,: 
Who  lengthens  out  our  trials  here, 
And  fpares  us  yet  another  year. 

Earren  and  wjther'd  trees, 

We  cumber'd  long  the  grounds 
No  fruit  of  holinefs 

On  our  dead  fouls  was  founds 
Yet  doth  he  us  in  mercy  fpare, 
Another,  and  another  year, 


%u  NEW- YE^R's  DAY. 

3  When  juftice  bar'd  the  fword 

To  cut  the  fig-tree  down, 
The  pity  of  our  Lord 

Cry'cl,   Let  it  ftil]  alone! 
The  Father  mild  inclines  his  ear, 
And  fpares  us  yet  another  year. 

4  Jefus,  thv  fpeaking  blood 

From  God  obtain'd  the  grace, 
Who  therefore  hatk  beilow'd 

On  us  a  longer  (pace; 
Thou  didft  in  our  behalf  appear, 
And  lo,  we  fee  another  year  ! 

£       Then  dig  about  our  root, 

Break  up  our  fallow  ground, 
And  Jet  our  gracious  frait 
To  thy  great  praife  abound; 
O  let  us  all  thy  praife  declare, 
And  fruit  unto  perfection  bear. 

HYMN    CCX1V.     Cotitijb, 

1  QING  to  the  great  Jehovah's  praife! 
k3   All  praife  to  him  belongs; 

Who  kindly  lengthens  out  our  days, 

Demands  our  choicer!:  fongs, 
Whofe  providence  hath  brought  us  through 

Another  various  year : 
We  all  with  vows,  and  anthems  new, 

Before  our  God  appear. 

2  Father,  thy  mercies  pad  we  own, 

Thy  ftili  continued  care; 
To  thee  prefenring,  thro'  thySon3 
Whure'er  we  have,  or  are ; 


GOOD-FRIDAY.  2iy 

Our  lips  and  lives  mall  gladly  mew 

The  wonders  of  thy  love, 
While  en  in  Jefu's  fieps  we  go  •• 

To  feek  thy  face  above. 

Our  refidue  of  days  or  hours, 

Thine,  wholly  thine  fhall  be, 
And  all  our  confecrated  powers 

A  facriiice  to  Thee, 
Till  Jefus  in  the  clouds  appear 

To  faints  on  earth  forgiven, 
And  bring  the  grand  fabbatic  year, 

The  jubilee  of  heaven. 


GOOD- FRIDAY. 

HYMN    CCKV.    CM. 

LAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
L   And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  facred  head 
For  fuch  a  Worm  as  I  ? 


•A 


2  W7as  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done, 
He  grcan'd  upon  the  tree? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown ! 
And  love  beyond  deg:ee ! 

Well  might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hide., 

And  mat  his  glories  in; 
When  Chrift  the  mighty  Maker  dy'A 

For  man  the  aeaFure's  fin ! 


214  PRAYER  for  FAITH. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blulhing  face, 

While  his  dear  crofs  appears; 

Diffolve  my  heart  in  thankfulnefs, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  1  owe ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myfelf  away; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do, 


HYMN    CCXVI.    CM. 

A  "Prayer  fir  Faith, 
i   TjWTHER,  I  ftretch  my  hands  to  thee, 
JL     No  other  help  I  know  : 
If  thou  withdraw  thyfelf  from  me, 
Ah !  whither  mall  1  go  ? 

2  What  did  thy  only  Son  endure, 

Before  I  drew  my  breath! 
What  pain,  what  labour  to  fecure 
My  foul  from  endlefs  death  ! 

3  O  Jefu !   could  I  this  believe, 

I  now  mould  feel  thy  power ; 
Now  my  poor  foul  thou  wouldft  retrieve, 
Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 

4  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary,  longing  eyes ; 
O  let  me  now  receive  that  gift; 
My  foul  without  k  dies. 

5  Surely  thou  canft  not  let  me  die! 

Ofpeak,  and  I  mall  live  \ 

And  here  I  will  unwearied  lie, 

Till  thou  thy  Spirit  give. 


SINCERE   PRAISE.         2 

The  worft  of  finners  would  rejoice, 

Could  they  but  fee  thy  face  ; 
O  let  me  hear  thy  quick'ning  voice, 

And  tafte  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

HYMN   CCXVII.    S.  M. 

Sincere  Praife, 

ALMIGHTY  Maker  God, 
How  glorious  is  thy  name ! 
Thy  wonders  "how  diffus'd  abroad 
Throughout  creation's  frame ! 

In  native  white  and  red, 

The  rofe  and  lily  ftand, 
And  free  from  pride  their  beauties  fpread, 

To  fhew  thy  fkilful  hand. 

The  lark  mounts  up  the  Iky 

With  unambitious  fong, 
Ajid  bears  her  Maker's  praife  on  high, 

Upon  her  artlefs  tongue. 

Fain  would  I  rife  and  fmg 

To  my  Creator  too  ; 
Fain  would  raj  heart  adore  my  King, 

And  give  him  praifes  due. 

But  pride,  that  bufy  fin, 

Spoils  all  that  I  perform  ; 
Curs'd  pride  that  creeps  fecurely  in> 

And  f wells  a  haughty  worm. 

Thy  glories  I  abate. 

Or  praife  thee  with  defign, 
Part  of  thy  favours  I  forget, 

Or  think  the  merit  mine. 
N 


216  SINCERE  PRAISE. 

7  Create  my  foul  anew, 

Jlife  ail  mv  worfnip's  vain  ; 
This  wretched  heart  will  ne'er  prove  true 
Till  it  be  form'd  again. 

g  Defcend,  celeftial  fire, 

And  feize  me  from  above  f 
Wrap  me  in  flames  of  pure  defire, 
A  faerifice  to  love. 

9  Let  joy  and  worm  tp  fpend 
The  remnant  of  my  days, 
And  to  my  God  my  fonl  afcend 
In  fweet  perfumes  of  praife. 


Y 


HYMN    CCXVIII.    Tal/is. 

E  heavens*  rejoice  in  jefus's  grace. 
Let  earth  make  a  noife,  and  echo  his 


Our  all-loving  Saviour  hath  pacified  God, 
And  paid  for  his  favour  the  price  of  his  blood. 

2  Ye  mountains  and  vales,  in  praifes  abound, 
Ye  bills  and  ye  dales,  continue  the  found; 
Break  forth  into  finging,  ve  trees  of  the  wood, 
For  jefus's  bringing  Icit  finners  to  God. 

3  Atonement  he  made  for  evevy  one, 

The  debt  he  hath  paid,  the  work  he  hath  done, 
Shout  all  the  creation,  below  and  above, 
Af  ribing  faivatkfti  to  Jefus's  love. 

4  Kis  mercy  hath  brought  falration  to  all, 
Who  take  it  unbought  he  frees   them  from 

thrall, 
Throughout  the  believer  his  glory  difplaySj, 
And  perfects  for  ever  the  \cncis  of  grace. 


INCONSTANCY,    Sec.        217 
HYMN    CCXIX.    L.  M. 

Inconjiancy. 

1  T    ORDJefu,  when,  when  fhall  it  be, 

A  J  That  I  no  more  (hall  break  with  thee  ? 
When  will  this  war  of  paffions  ceafe, 

And  my  free  foul  enjoy  thy  peace  ? 

2  Here  I  repent,  and  fin  again  ; 
Now  I  revive,  and  now  am  (lain ; 
Slain  with  the  fame  unhappy  dart, 
Which  Oh !  tco  often  vvcun'ds  my  heart. 

3  O  Saviour,  when,  when  fhall  I  be 
A  garden  feal'd,  to  all  but  thee  ? 
No  more  expos'd,  no  more  undone; 
But  live  and  grow  to  thee  alone ! 

4  Guide  thou,  O  Lord,  guide  thou  my  courfe, 
And  draw  me  on  with  thy  fweet  force ! 
Stiii  make  me  walk,  (till  make  me  tend, 
By  tfree  ray  way,  to  thee  my  end. 

HYMN    CCXX.    S.M. 

A  Morning-Hymn. 

1  T  \  7  E  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 
^V  V     O  Day-Star  from  on  high ! 
The  fun  itfelf  is  but-thy  made. 

Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  Iky. 

2  O  let  thy  orient  beams 

The  night  of  fin  difperfe, 
The  miits  of  error,  and  of  \  ice, 
Which  (hade  the  univcrfc! 


*i8  EVENING-HYMN. 

3  How  beauteous  nature  now ! 

How  dark  and  lad  before  ! 
Wnh  joy  we  view  the  pleafmg  change* 
And  nature's  God  adore. 

4  O  may  no  gloomy  crime 

Pollute  the  rifing  day  : 
Or  Jefu's  blood,  like  evening-dew, 
Wafh  all  the  ftains  away. 

5  May  we  this  life  improve, 

To  mourn  for  errors  paft, 
And  live  this  fhort  revolving  day, 
As  if  it  were  our  laft. 

6  To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  one  and  three, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  lhall  for  ever  be. 

HYMN    CCXXI.    CM, 

An  Evening-Hymn* 

1  A   LL  praife  to  him  who  dwells  in  hVfyg 
/\.      Who  made  both  day  and  night ; 
Whofe  throne  is  darknefs  in  the  abyfs 

Of  uncreated  light. 

2  Each  thought  and  deed  his  piercing  eyes 

With  ftri&eft  fearch  furvev  : 
The  deeped  (hades  no  more  diiguife 
Than  the  full  blaze  of  day. 

3  Whom  thou  doft  guard,  O  King  of  kings, 

No  evil  mail  moleft : 
Under  the  (hadow  of  thy  wings 
Shall  they  teuireiy  rath 


SACRAMENTAL. 


2IJ 


4  Thy  angels  fhail  around  their  beds 

Their  coniiant  itations  keep  : 
Thy  faith  and  truth  {hall  fhield  their  heads. 
For  thou  doft  never  ileep. 

5  May  we  with  calm  and  fweet  repofe, 

And  heavenly  thoughts  refrelh'd, 
Our  eye-lids  with  the  morn's  unclofe, 
And  blefs  thee  ever-biefsJd  ! 


SACRAMENTAL. 

HYMN    CCXXII.     Weljh. 

I   YN  that  fad  memorable  night, 
Jl     When  Jefus  was  for  us  betray 'd, 
Ke  left  his  death-recording  rite, 

He  took,  and  blefs 'd,  and  break  the  bread, 
And  gave  his  own  their  laft  bequeft, 
And  thus  his  love's  intent  exprefs'd: 

c  Take,  eat,  this  is  my^body  given, 

To  purchafe  life  and  peace  for  yoa, 
Pardon*  and  holinefs  and  heaven; 

Do  this,  my  dying  love  to  mew, 
Accept  your  precious  legacy, 
And  thus,  my  friends,  remember  me. 

3  He  took  into  his  hands  the  cup, 
To  crown  the  faeramental  feait, 
And  full  of  kind  concern  look'd  up, 

And  gave  what  he  to  them  had  bleft  \ 
And  drink  ye  all  of  this,  he  faid, 
Jn  fole-mn  mem'ry  of  the  dead. 
N3 


220  SACRAMENTAL. 

4  This  is  my  blood  which  teals  the  new 

Eternal  cov'nant  of  my  grace, 

My  blood  fo  freely  fhed  for  you, 

For  yon  and  all  the  linful  race; 
My  blood  that  fpeaks  your  fins  forgiven, 
And  jnftifies  your  claim  to  heaven. 

HYMN    CCXXIII.    S.  M. 

1  T    FT  all  who  truly  bear 

J^J  The  bleeding  Saviour's  nsme, 
Their  faithful  hearts  with  us  prepare, 

And  eat  the  Pafchal  Lamb. 

Our  paffover  was  flain 

At  Salem's  hailow'd  place, 
Yet  we  who  in  our  tents  remain, 

Shall  gain  his  largelt  grace. 

2  This  euchariftic  feaft 
Our  ev'ry  want  fupplies, 

And  ft  ill  we  by  his  death  are  bleft, 

And  fnare  his  facJ&iice. 

By  faith  his  flefh  we  eat, 

Who  here  his  paffion  (hew, 
And  God  cut  of  his  holy  feat 

Shall  all  his  gifts  beftow. 

3  Who  thus  our  faith  employ 
His  fufFerings  to  record, 

Ev'n  now  we  mournfully  enjoy 

Communion  with  our  Lord. 

As  tho'  we  ev'ry  one 

B  neat';  his  crofs  had  flood, 
And  feen  him  heave,  and  heard  him  groan, 

And  felt  his  gufluBg  blood. 


SACRAMENTAL.  221 

4.      OGod!   'tis  finifh'd  now ! 
The  mortal  pang  is  pal ! 
By  faith  his  head  we  fee  hiffi  bow, 
And  hear  him  breathe  his  lail  ! 
We  too  with  him  are  dead, 
And  fhall  with  him  arife, 
The  crofs  on  which  he  bows  his  head. 
Shall  lift  us  to  the  ikies. 

H  Y  M  N     CCXXIV.     Hamilton's* 

1  TJ  OCK  of  ffrael,  cleft  for  me, 
JlV   For  us,  for  all  mankind, 
See,  thy  feebleft  followers  fee 

Who  call  thy  death  to  mind  : 
Si  on  is  the  very  land ; 

Us  beneath  thy  made  receive, 
Grant  us  in  the  cleft  to  ftadd, 

And  by  thy  dying  live. 

2  In  this  howling  wildemefs, 

On  Calvary's  fteep  top, 
Made  a  curfe  our  fouls  to  ble'fs 

Thou  once  waft  lifted  up  ; 
Stricken  there  by  Mofes5  rod, 

Wounded  with  a  deadly  blow, 
Gufhfng  ftreams  of  life  o'erflow'4 

The  trinity  world  below. 

3  Rivers  of  falvation  frill 

Along  the  defart  roll, 
Rivers  to  refrefh  and  heal 
The  fainting  finking  ioul ; 


222  SACRAMENTAL. 

Still  the  fountain  of  thy  blood 

Stands  for  finners  open'd  wide, 
Now,  e'en  now,  my  Lord,  and  God, 

I  wafn  me  in  thy  fide. 

4  Now,  e'en  now  we  all  plunge  in, 

And  drink  the  purple  wave, 
This  the  antidote  of  (in, 

'Tis  this  our  fouls  mail  fave  : 
With  the  life  of  Jefus  fed, 

Lo  .'  fmm  ftrength  to  ftrength  we  rife, 
Follow'd  by  our  Rock,  and  led 

To  meet  him  in  the  fkies. 

HYMN    CCXXV.    L.  M. 

1  \  UTI-TOR  of  our  falvation,  thee 

l\     With  lowly  thankful  hearts  we  praifes 
Aitfhor  of  this  great  myftery, 

Figure  ar.d  means  of  facing  grace. 

2  The  facred  true  efleclual  fign, 

'I  hv  body  and  thy  blood  it  fhews, 
The  glorious  inftrument  divine 

Thy  mercy  and  thy  ftrength  beftows. 

3  We  fee  the  blood  that  feals  our  peace, 

Thy  pard'riing  mercy  we  receive  : 
The  bread  doth  vifibly  exprefs 

The  ftrength  thro'  which  our  fpirits  live. 

4  Our  fpirits  drink  a  frefh  fupply, 

And  eat  the  bread  fo  freely  given, 
Till  borne  on  eagles'  wings  we  fly, 
And  banquet  with  our  Lord  in  heaven. 


SACRAMENTAL.  22J 

HYMN    CCXXVI.     CM. 

1  /^\  THOU,  who  this  myfterious  bread 
V-/     D'.dft  in  Emmaus  break, 
Return  herewith  our  fouls  to  feed, 

And  to  thy  followers  (peak. 

2  Unfeal  the  volume  of  thy  grace, 

Apply  the  gofpel-word, 
Open  our  eyes  to  fee  thy  face, 
Our  hearts  to  know  thee,   Lord. 

3  Of  thee  we  commune  ftill,  and  mourn 

Till  thou   the  veil  remove, 
Talk  with  us,  and  our  hearts  vhall  burn 
With  flames  of  fervent  love. 

4  Inkindle  now  the  heavenly  zeal, 

And  make  thy  mercy  known, 
And  give  our  pisrdon'd  fouls  to  feel 
That  God  and  love  are  one. 

HYMN    CCXXVII.    CM. 

1  YESUS,  at  whofe  fupreme  command 
^  j  We  thus  approach  to  God,  ^ 
Before  us  in  thy  veiture  ftand, 

Thy  vefture  dipt  in  blood. 

2  Obedient  to  thy  gracious  word, 

We  break  thehaliow'd  bread, 
Commemorate  our  dying  Lord, 
And  truit  on  thee  to  feed. 

3  New,  Saviour,  now  thyfelf  reveal, 

And  make  thy  nature  known, 
Affix  the  facramental  feal, 
And  ftamo  us  for  thine  own. 
M.j 


224.  SACRAMENTAL. 

4  The  tokens  bf  thy  dying  love 

O  H  us  all  receive, 
And  feel  the  quick'ning  fpirit  move, 
"And  fenfibly  believe. 

5  The  cup  of  ble/Ting  bleft  by  thee, 

Let  it  thy  blood  impart.; 
The  bread  thy  myftic  bod)  be, 

And  cheer  each  languid  h^art. 

6  The  grace  which  furefalvation  brings, 

Let  us  herewith  receive  : 
Sat:nte  the  hungry  with  good  things, 
The  hidden  manna  ffive. 


HYMN    CCXXVIIL     ?lyn 


JTA: 


J  HO  is  this  that  comes  from  far, 
Clad  in  garments  dipt  in  blocd ! 
Strong  triumphant  traveller, 
Is  he  man,  or  is  he  God  ? 

2  "  T  that  fpeak  in  righteoufnefs, 

"  v">on  of  God  and  man  I  a?n, 
"  M*grty  to  redeem  your  rare  ; 
"  Jeius  is  your  Saviour's  name." 

3  Wherefore  are  thy  garments  red, 

Dy'd  as  in  a  crimfon  fea  ? 
Thev  that  in  a  wine-vat  tread, 
Are  not  ftain'd  fo  much  as  thee. 

4  "  I  the  Father's  fa v 'rite  Son, 

"  Have  the  dreadful  wine-prefs  trod, 
"  Borne  the  vengeful  wrath  alone, 
"  All  the  fierteft  wrath  of  God.'"' 


SACRAMENTAL.  2ij 

HYMN    CGXXIX.     Plymouth 
i     TESU,  <\  ar  redeeming  Lord, 
J    Magnify  thy  dying  word, 

In  thine  ordinance  appear, 

Come,  and  meet  thy  followers  here. 

2  In  the  rite  thou  haft  enjoin'd, 
Let  -as  now  our  Saviour  find, 
Drink  thy  blood  for  finners  fhed, 
Tafte  thee  in  the  broken  bread. 

3  Thou  our  faithful  hearts  prepare, 
Thou  thy  pard'ning  graee  declare, 
Thou  that  haft  for  finners  ciy'd, 
Shew  thyielf  the  e rue; tied  ! 

4  All  the  power  of  fin  remove, 
Fill  us  with  thy  perfetMove, 

Stamp  us  with  the  ftamp  divide, 
Seal  our  fouls  forever  thine. 

HYMN    CCXXX.    S.  M, 


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EXHORTING  and  BESEECHING  t© 
RETURN  to  GOD. 

HYMN   CCXXXI.     Tallis. 

1  f^\  ALL  that  pafs  by,  to  Jefus  draw  near, 
\~S  He  utters  a  cry  ;  ye  finners,  give  ear! 
From  hell  to  retrieve  you  he  fpreads  out  his 

hands : 
Now.    now    to   receive  you    he    gracioufly 
flands : 

2  If  any  man  thirft,  and  happy  would  be, 
The  vileft  and  worit  may  come  unto  me  ; 
Hay  drink  of  my  fpirit,  (excepted  is  none) 
Lay  claim  to   my   merit,    and  take   for  his 


3  Whoever  receives  the  life-giving  word, 
In  Jefus  believes,   his  God  and  his   Lord, 
In  him  a  pure  river  of  life  fhall  arife, 
Shall  in  the  believer  fpring  up  to  the  Ikies. 

[y  G^d,  and  my  Lord  !   thy  call  I  obey  ; 
!  on  thy  word  of  promife  I  flay  ; 
kind  invitation  I  gladly  embrace, 
-   hirft  for  falvation,  falvation  by  grace. 

1  laften  the  hour  !  Tend  down  f  om  above 
r  e  fpirit  of  j  ower,  of  health  and  of  love  ; 
filial  tea",  of  knowledge  and  grace  ; 
Of  wifdom,  cf  prayer,  cf  joy  aiid  of  praifc  : 


Beseeching  and.  Exhorting,  13c.  227 

16  The  fpirit  of  faith,  of  faith  in  thy  blood, 
Which  faves  us  from  wrath,  and  brings  us  to 

God ; 
Removes  the  huge  mountain  of  indwelling  fina 
And  opens  a  fountain  that  waihes  us  clean. 

HYMN     CCXXX1I.     tallis. 

1  rFHY  faithfulnefs,  Lord,  each  moment  wc 

1     find, 
So  true  to  thy  word,  fo  loving  and  kind! 
Thy  mercy  fo  tender  to  al!  the  loft  race, 
The  fouleft  offender  may  turn  and  rind  grace. 

2  The  mercy  I  fjel,  to  ethers  I  fhew  : 
I  fet  to  my  feal  that  Jefus  is  true  : 

Ye  all  may  find  favour,  who  come  at  his  call; 
O  come  to  my  Saviour  :  his  grace  is  for  aih 


To  fave  what  was  loft  from  heaven  he  came: 
Come,  iinners,  and  truft  in  jefus's  name  ! 
He  offers  you  pardon,  he  bids  you  be  free! 
If  fin  be  your  burden,  O  come  unto,  me! 

O  let  me  commend  my  Saviour  to  you, 
The  publican's  friend,  and  advocate  too: 
For  3  ou  he  is  pleading  his  merits  and  deaths 
W  ith  God  interceding  for  finners  beneath. 

5  Then  let  us  fubmit  his  grace  to  receive,   . 
Fall  down  at  his  feet,  and  gladly  believe; 
We  are  all  forgiven  for  jefus's  fake  : 
Oar  title  to  heaven  his  merit  we  make. 


228        Pleasantness  ?/"  Religion. 
Defcrihing  the  Pleafa?itnefs  of  Relighn. 

H  Y  M  N  CCXXXIII.  Triumph. 

1  "D  EJOICE  evermore  with  angels  above, 
JLV  In  Jefus's  power,  in  Jelus's  love  : 
With  glad  exultation  your  triumph  proclaim, 
Afcribing  falvation  to  God  and  the  Lamb! 

2  rI  hou,  Lord,  our  relief  in  trouble  haft  l>eeu  ; 
Hail  fav'd  us  from  grief,  haf^  fav'd  us  from  Gn 
1  I  e  power  of  thy  Spirit  has  fet  our  hearts  free; 
And  now  we  inherit  all  fulnefs  in  thee. 

3  All  fulnefs  of  peace,  all  fulnefs  of  joy, 
And  fpiritual  bills  that  never  (hall  cloy  : 
To  us  it  is  given  in  Jefus  to  know 

A  kingdom  of  heaven,  a  heaven  below. 

4  No  longer  we  join,  while  tinners  invite, 
Nor  envy  the  fwine  their  brutilh  delight ; 
Their  joy  is  all  fadnefs,  their  mirth  is  ail  vain, 
Their  laughter  is  madnefs,   their  pleafure  is 

pain  ! 

5  O  might  they  at  laft  with  forrow  return 
The  pleafart-s  to  tails,  for  which  they  were 

born ; 
Our  Jefus  receiving,  our  happinefs  prove, 
The  joy  of  believing,  the  heaven  of  love. 

HYMN     CCXXXIV.     Dedieaiion. 

EARY  fouls,  that  wander  wide 
From  the  central  point  of  blifs., 
Turn  to  jefus  crucify 'd, 

Fly  to  thofe  dear  wounds  of  his ; 
Sink  into  the  purple  flood; 
Rife  into  the  life  of  God! 


DESCRIBING  JUDGMENT.      229 

2  Find  in  Chrift  the  way  of  peace, 

Peace  unfpeakable,  unknown; 
Bv  his  pain  he  gives  you  cafe, 

Life  by  his  expiring  groan  ; 
Rife  exalted  by  his  fall, 
Find  in  Chrift  your  ah  in  all. 

3  O  believe  the  record  true, 

God  to  you  his  fon  hath  given ! 
Ye  may  now  be  happy  too  : 

Find  on  earth  the  life  of  heaven  : 
Live  the  life  of  heaven  above, 
Ail  the  life  of  glorious  bve. 

4  This  the  univerfal  blifs, 

Biifs  for  every  foul  defign'd  : 
God's  original  promife  this, 

God's  great  gift  to  all  mankind  : 
Bled  in  Chrift  this  moment  be  ! 
Bleil  to  all  eternity  i 

HYMN    CCXXXV.     Kingsnmd. 
Describing  of  "Judgment. 

1    OTAND  th'  omnipotent  decree  I 
k3     Jehovah's  will  be  done ! 
Nature's  end   we  wait  to  fee, 

And  hear  her  final   groan  : 
Let  this  earth  difTolve,  and  Mend 

In  death  the  wicked  and  the  jail, 
Let  thofe  pond'reus  orbs  defcend, 

And  grind  us  into  dun. 

2  Refls  fecure  the  righteous  man  ! 
At  his  Redeemer's  beck, 
Sure  to  emerge,  and  rife  a^ain, 
And  mount  above  the  wreck. 


23o         DESCRIBING  HEAVEN. 

Lo  !  the  heavenly  fpirit  towers, 

Like  flames,  o'er  nature's  fun'ral  pyre4 

Triumphs  in  immortal  powers, 
And  claps  his  wings  of  fire  ! 

3  Nothing  hath  the  juft  to  lofe 

By  worlds  on  worlds  deftroy'd, 
Far  beneith  his  feet  he  views 

With  fmiles  the  flaming  void  ; 
Sees  this  univerfe  renew'd. 

The  grand  millennial!  vear  begun ; 
Shouts  with  a!l  the  fons  of  God 

Around  th'  eternal  throne! 

4  Refting  in  this  glorious  hope 

To  be  at  laft  reftor'd, 
Yield  we  now  our  bodies  up 

To  earthquake,  plague  or  fword. 
Lift  ning  for  the  call  divine, 

The  lateit  trumpet  of  the  feven ; 
Soon  our  foul  and  duft  fhail  join, 

And  both  fly  up  to  heaven. 

HYMN    CCXXXVL     Funeral 

JJ  efcrib  big  of  Hea  -uen . 

I    T  Long  to  behold  him  array 'd 

X  With  giory  and  light  from  abdve, 
The  King  in  his  beauty  difplay'd, 

His  beauty  of  holieft  love  : 
I  Janguiih  and  figh  to  be  there, 

Where  Jefus  has  fixt  his  abode  : 
O  when  (hall  we  meet  in  the  air, 

And  fly  to  the  mountain  of  God  ? 

1  With  him  I  on  Sion  (hall  ftand, 

(Tor  Jelus  hath  fpoken  the  word,) 


PRAYING  for  a  BLESSING,       ni 

The  breadth  of  Inimanuel's  land 
Survey  by  the  light  cf  my  Lord  : 

But  when  on  thy  bofom  reclin'd, 
Thy  face  I  am  ftrengthen'd  to  fee, 

My  fulnefs  of  rapture  I  find, 
My  heaven  of  heavens  in  thee. 

How  happy  the  people,  that  dwell 

Secure  in  the  city  above! 
No  pain  the  inhabitants  feel, 

No  ficknefs  or  forrow  fhall  prove  % 
Phyfician  of  fouls,  unto  me 

Forgivenefs  and  holinefs  give ; 
Aad  then  from  the  body  fet  free, 

And  then  to  the  city  receive. 

HYMN    CCXXXVII.     Bexiej* 
Pravi?2g  for  a  Blrjfmg. 

THOU  Son  of  God,  whofe  flaming  eyes 
Our  inmoft  thoughts  perceive, 
Accept  the  evening-facrifice, 
Which  now  to  thee  we  give. 

We  bow  before  thy  gracious  throne, 

And  think  ourfelves  fincere  : 
But  (hew  us,  Lord,  is  every  one 

Thy  real  worth  ipper  r 

Is  here  a  foul,  that  knows  thee  not, 

Nor  feels  his  want  of  thee  ? 
A  ftranger  to  the  blood,  which  bought 

His  pardon  on  the  tree  ? 

Convince  him  now  of  unbelief, 

His  defperate  Hate  explain  : 
And  fill  his  heart  with  facred  grief* 

And  penitential  pain. 


232        PRAYING  for  a  BLESSING. 

5  Speak  with  that  vo;ce  which  wakes  the  dead,! 

And  bid  the  deeper  rife, 
And  bid  his  guilty  confeience  dread 
T  he  death  that  never  dies. 

6  Extort  the  cry,  What  muft  be  done 

To  fave  a  wretch  like  me  ? 
How  fhall  a  trembling  (inner  (nun 
That  endlefs  mifery  ? 

7  I  mufi  this  inftant  now  begin 

Out  of  my  fleep  to  wake  ; 
Ann  turn  to  God.  and  every  fin 
Continually  forfake. 

8  I  muft  for  faith  inceiTant  cry, 

And  wrelrle,  Lord,  with  thee  : 
I  mnft  be  born  again,  or  die 
To  all  eternity. 

HYMN    CCXXXVIII.    Aldrkh. 

1  /^OME,  O  thou  all-viajrious  Lord, 
\^f  Thy  power  to  us  make  known  : 
Strike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  word, 

And  break  thefe  hearts  of  ftone. 

2  O  that  we  all  might  now  begin 

Our  foollfhnefs  to  mourn  ; 
And  turn  at  once  from  every  fin, 
And  to  the  Saviour  turn. 

3  Give  us  ourfelves  and  thee  to  know 

In  this  our  gracious  day; 
Repentance  unto  life  bellow, 
And  take  our  fins  away. 

4  Conclude  us  firft  in  unbelief, 

And  freely  then  releafe  \ 


Describing  formal  Religion.     233 

d,|     Frl  even'  foul  with  facred  grief, 
And  then  with  facred  peace. 

5  Impoverifh,  Lord,  and  then  relieve, 

And  then  enrich  the  poor; 
The  knowledge  of  our  ficknefs  give, 
The  knowledge  of  our  cure. 

6  That  bleffed  fenfe  of  guilt  impart, 

And  then  remove  the  load ; 
Trouble,  and  warn  the  troubled  heart 
In  the  atoning   blood. 

7  Our  defperate  ftate  through  fin  declare, 

And  ipcak  our  fins  forgiven  : 
By  perfect  holinefs  prepare, 
And  take  us  up  to  heaven. 

HYMN    CCXXXIX.     Wenve. 

Defaibing  Formal  Religion. 

j    1 "    ONG  have  I  feem'd  to  ferve  thee,  Lord, 
J..  J     With  unavailing  pain  \ 
Failed,  and  pray'd,  and  read  thy  word, 
And  heard  it  preach'd  in  vain. 

2  Oft  did  I  with  th'*  afTembly  join, 

xAnd  near  thv  altar  drew, 

A  form  of  godlinefs  was  mine, 

The  pow'r  I  never  knew. 

3  I  refted  in  the  outward  law, 

Nor  knew  its  deeo  defigri  : 
The  length  and  breadth  I  never  faw, 
And  heighth  of  love  divine. 

4  To  pleafe  thee  thus,  at  length  I  fee, 

Vainly  I  hop'd  and  ftiove: 
For  what  are  outward  things  to  thee, 
Unfefs  they  fpring  from" love  r* 


254      $or  Mo URNERS  convinced  of  S I  n. 

5  1  fee  the  perfect  law  requires 

Truth  in  the  inward  parts ; 
Our  full  confent,  our  whole  defifes. 
Our  undivided  hearts. 

6  But  I  of  means  have  made  my  boaft, 

Of  means  an  idol  made  ! 
The  fptrit  in  the  letter  loft, 
The  fubftance  in  the  fhade  ! 

7  Where  am  J.  now,  or  what  my  hope  t 

What  can  my  weaknefs  do  ? 

Jefu,  to  thee,  my  foul  looks  up  : 

'Tis  thou  muft  make  it  new. 

HYMN     CCXL.      Bexley. 

For  Mourners  convinced  of  Sin, 

i    /~^  OD  is  in  this  and  ev'ry  place  ; 
V_T     But  O  how  dark  and  void 
To  me  !   'tis  one  great  wiklernefs, 
This  earth,  without  my  God. 

2  Empty  of  hirn  who  all  things  fills. 

Till  he  his  light  impart ! 
Till  he  his  glorious  felf  reveals, 
The  veil  is  on  my  heart ! 

3  O  thou  who  feeft  and  know'ft  my  grief^ 

Thy  felf  unfeen,  unknown, 
Pity  my  helplffs  unbelief, 
And  take  away  the  ftone. 

4  Regard  me  with  a  gracious  eye, 

The  long-fought  bleffing  give  j 
And  bid  me,  at  the  point  to  die, 
Behold  thy  face  and  live* 


For  Mourners  brought  to  the  Birth.  23^ 

5  A  darker  foul  did  never  yet 

Thy  promis'd  help  implore  : 
O  that  I  now  my  Lord  might  meet, 

And  never  lofe  him  more  ! 
Now,  Jefus,  now  the  Father's  love 

Shed  in  my  heart  abroad; 
The  middle  wall  of  fin  remove, 

And  let  me  into  God  ! 

HYMN    CCXLI.    Fetter-Lam. 

For 'Mourners  brought  to  the  Birth. 

1  r  I  THOU  hidden  God,  for  whom  I  groan, 
1     Till  thou  thyfelf  declare  ; 
God  inacceffible,  unknown, 

Regard  a  fmner's  pray'r  : 
A  finner  welt'ring  in  his  blood, 

Unpurg'd,  and  unforgiv'n  ; 
Far  diftant  from  the  living  God, 

As  far  as  hell  from  heav'n. 
An  unregen'rate  child  of  man. 

To  thee  for  faith  I  call : 
Pity  thy  fallen  creature's  pain, 

And  raife  me  from  my  fall ! 
The  darknefs  which  through  thee  I  feel 

Thou  only  canft  remove : 
Thy  own  eternal  pow'r  reveal, 

The  Deity  of  Love  ! 
5;  Thou  haft  in  unbejief  (hut  up, 

That  grace  may  let  me  go ; 
In  hope  believing  againft  hope, 

I  wait  the  truth  to  know. 

Thou  wilt  in  me  reveal  thy  name, 
Thou  wilt  thy  light  afford  : 


236      Convinced  of  Backsliding. 

Bound  and  opprefs'd,  yet  thine  I  am, 
The  prifoner  of  the  Lord. 

7  I  would  not  to  thy  foe  fubmit ; 
I  hate  the  tyrant's  chain  : 
Send  forth  thy  prifoner  from  the  pit, 
Nor  let  me  cry  in  vain  ! 

$  Shew  me  the  Wood  that  bought  my  peace, 
The  cov'nant  blood  applv  ! 
And  all  my  griefs  at  once  (hall  ceafe, 
And  all  my  lins  lhall  die. 

9  Now,  Lord,  if  thou  art  power,  defcend  ; 

The  mountain  fin  remove; 

My  unbelief  and  troubles  end, 

If  thou  art  truth  and  love! 

10  Speak,  Jefu,  fpeak  into  my  heart. 

What  thou  for  me  haft  done ! 
One  grain  of  living  faith  impart, 
A»d  God  is  all  my  own. 

HYMN    CCXLII.    Pudfey. 

Convinced  of  Back/Iidv/g. 

1  r~T^HOU  Man  of  griefs,  remember  me, 

X       Who  nevei  cantt  thy  felt  forget, 
Thy  laft,  myilerious  agony, 

Thy  fainting  pangs,  and  rjloody  fweat! 

2  When  wreftling  in  the  itrength  of  prayer, 

Thy  fpirit  funk  beneath  its  load, 
Thy  feeble  flcfn  abhorr'd  to  bear 
The  wrath  of  an  almighty  God. 

3  Father,  if  I  may  call  th?e  fo, 
Regard  my  fearful  Ueait'i  Uefire 


MOURNERS  RECOVERED.      237 

Remove  this  load  of  guilty  woe, 
Nor  let  me  in  my  fins  expire  ! 

4  I  tremble,  left  the  wrath  divine, 

Which  bruifes  now  my  wretched  foul, 
Should  bruife  this  wretched  Ibul  of  mine 
Long  as  eternal  rjges  roll. 

5  To  thee  mv  laic  dinrefs  T  bring  ■' 

The  heighten'd  fear  of  death  I  rind; 
The  tyrant,  brandiftibrg  his  «ing, 
Appears,  and  hell  is  clofe  behind. 

6  I  deprecate  that  death  alone, 

That  endlefs  banimm'ent  from  thee  : 
O  lave,  and  give  me  to  thy  Son, 

Who  trembled,  wept,  and  Lied  for  me* 

HYMN    CCXLIIL     Dedication. 
For  Mourners  Recovered, 

1  TESU,  Shepherd  of  the  fheep, 
•J       Pity  my  unfettFd  foul  1 
Guide,  and  nourilh  me,  and  keep^ 

Till  thy  love  (hall  make  me  wholes 
Give  me,  perfect  ibimdnefs  give, 
Make  me  ftedfailly  believe. 

2  I  am  never  at  one  fiay  : 

Chang-ino-  ev'rv  hour  I  am  : 
Eut  thou  ar',  as  yeilerday, 

Now  and  evermore  the  rame  ; 
Constancy1  to  me  impart, 
'Stablim  with  thy  grace  my  heart. 

3  Lay  thy  weighty  crofs  cm  me, 

Ail  my  unbelief  cont:cul : 
Till  the  reoel  ceai'e  to  be, 

Keep  hifii  do\vn  v.:::.:::  my  foul; 


238        BELIEVERS  REJOICING* 

That  he  never  more  may  move, 
Root  and  ground  me  fart  in  love. 

4  Give  me  Faith  to  hold  me  up, 

Walking  over  life's  rough  fea  ; 
Holy,  purifying  hope 

Still  my  foul's  fure  anchor  be  : 
That  I  may  be  always  thine, 
Perfect  me  in  love  divine. 

HYMN     CCXLIV.    Hamilton's. 

For  Believers  Rejoicing. 

1  f\ET  I  in  my  heart  have  faid, 
V^/  Who  fhall  afcend  on  high, 
Mount  to  Chriil  my  glorious  head, 

And  bring  him  from  the  ficy  ? 
Borne  on  contemplation's  wing, 

Surely  I  fhould  find  him  there, 
Where  the  angels  praife  their  King, 

And  gain  the  morning-ftar. 

2  Oft  I  in  my  heart  have  faid, 

Who  to  the  deep  fhall  ftoop, 
Sink  with  Chrift  among  the  dead 

From  thence  to  bring  him  up  ? 
Could  I  but  my  heart  prepare 

By  unfeign'd  humility, 
Chrift  would  quickly  enter  there, 

And  ever  dwell  with  me. 

3  But  the  righteoufnefs  of  faith 

Hath  taught  me  belter  things : 

"  Inward  turn  thine  eyes,"  (it  faith, 

While  Chrift  to  me  it  brings,) 


Believers  Fighting — Praying.     239 

'"  Chrift  is  ready  to  impart 

™  Life  to  all,  for  life  who  figh ; 

<<r  In  thy  mouth,  and  in  thy  heart 
**  The  word  is  ever  nigh." 

HYMN    CCXLV.    0%. 

For  Believers  Fight  ir.  v. 

OMay  thy  powerful  uord 
Infpire  a  feeble  worm 
To  ruiri  into  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

And  take  it  as  by  ftorm  ! 
O  may  we  all  improve 

The  grace  already  given, 
To  feize  the  crown  of  perfect  love, 
And  fcale  the  mount  of  heav'n. 

HYMN   CCXLV  I.     Sheffield. 

For  Believers  Praying. 

1  £~*\  Wond'rous  power  of  faithful  prayer! 
\J  What  tongue  can  tell  th'almighty  grace? 
God's  hands  or  bound  or  open  are, 

As  Mofes  or  Elijah  prays; 
Let  Mofes  in  the  fpirit  groan, 
And  God  cries  out,  "  Let  me  alone  I" 

2  "  Let  me  alone,  that  all  my  wrath 

"  May  rife  the  wicked  to  confume  ! 
"  While  Juftice  hears  thy  praying  faith, 

"  It  cannot  feal  the  tinners'  doom; 
"  My  Son  is  in  my  ferv ant's  prayer, 
"  And  Jefus  forces  me  to  fpare." 

3  O  blefTed  word  of  gofpel-grace, 

Which  now  we  for  our  Ifraei  plead  ! 
A  faithlefs  and  backfliding  race, 

Whom  thou  haft  out  of  Egvpt  freed; 
O 


240        BELIEVERS  WATCHING, 

O  do  not  then  in  wrath  chaflife, 
Nor  let  thy  whole  difpkafure  rife! 

4  Father,  we  afk  in  jefu's  name! 

In  JefVs  pow'r'and  fpirit  pray! 
Divert  thy  vengeful  thunder's  aim  ! 

C  turn  thy  threatning  wrath  away! 
Our  guilt  and  punifhment  remove, 
And  magnify  thy  pard'ning  love ! 

5  Father,  regard  thy  pleading  Son, 

Accept  his  all-availing  prayer, 
And  fend  a  peaceful  anfwer  down 

In  honour  cf  our  Spckefman  there ! 
Whofe  blood  proclaims  our  fins  forgiveo, 
And  fpeaks  thy  rebels  up  to  heaven. 

HYMN   CCXLVII.    IJlingtm. 

For  Believers  Watching. 

1  T3IERCE,  fill  me  with  an  humble  fear; 
JT    My  utter  heipleffnefs  reveal : 

Satan  and  iin  are  always  near, 
Thee  may  I  always  nearer  feel. 

2  Oh !  that  to  thee  my  conftant  mind 

Might  with  an  even  flame  afpire; 
Pride  \\\  its  eariiefl:  motions  find, 
And  mark  the  rifings  of  defire. 

3  Oh  !  that  my  tender  foul  might  fly 

The  nrft  abhorr'd  approach  of  ill ; 
Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye 

The  flighted  touch  of  lin  to  feel ! 

4  Till  thou  anew  my  foul  create, 

Still  may  I  ftrive,  and  watch,  and  pray, 
Huaprbly  and  confidently  wait, 
And  long  to  fee  the  perfect  day. 


BELIEVERS  WORPIING. 


24.1 


HYMN     CCXLVIII.    z^dFfalm. 

For  Believers  Working* 

1  ~\  \  THEN  quiet  in  my  houfe  I  fit, 

\f  V     Thy  book  be  my  companion  ilill; 
My  joy,  thy  fayings  to  repeat, 

Talk  o'er  the  records  of  thy  will; 
And  feareh  the  oracles  divine, 
Till  ev'ry  heart-felt  word  be  mine. 

2  O  may  the  gracious  words  divine 

Subject  of  ail  my  converfe  be ; 
So  will  the  Lord  his  follower  join, 

And  walk  and  talk  himfelf  with  me: 
So  (hall  my  heart  his  prefence  prove, 
And  burn  with  everiafting  love. 

3  Oft  as  I  lay  me  down  to  reft, 

O  may  the  reconciling  word 
Sweetly  compofe  my  weary  breaft! 

While  on  the  bofom  of  my  Lord 
I  fink  in  blifsful  dreams  away, 
And  virions  of  eternal  day. 

4  Riling  to  ring  my  Saviour's  praife, 

Thee  may  I  publifh  all  day  long, 
And  ht  thy  precious  word  pf  grace 

Flow  from  my  heart  and  fill  my  tongue; 
Fill  all  my  life  with  purelt  love, 
And  join  me  to  thy  church  above. 

HYMN    CCXLIX.    Marienbourn. 
For  Believers  Suffering. 
I   1\  /f  ASTER,  I  own  thy  lawful  claim, 
-IVX.  Thine,  wholly  thine,  I  long  to  be; 
Thou  feeft,  at  Ia<*  T  ^:',:-~     - 
Where'er  th-    , 


2^2        EELIEVERS  SUFFERING. 

Myfelf  in  all  things  to  deny : 
Thine,  wholly  thine,  to  live  and  die, 

2  Whate'er  my  finful  flefh  requires, 

For  thee  1  cheerfully  forego ; 
My  covetous  and  vain  defires, 

IVIv  hopes  of  happinefs  below; 
My  fenfes'  and  mv  pafiions'  food, 
And  all  ray  thirrt  for  creature-good. 

3  Fleafure,  and  wealth,  and ■  praife  no  more 

Shall  lead  my  captive  fou!  aftray  : 
My  fond  purfuits  I'll  all  give  o'er, 

Thee,  only  thre,  refolv'd  t'obey; 
My  own  in  all  things  to  refign, 
And  know  no  other  will  but  thine. 

4  All  pow'r  is  thine  in  earth  or  heav'n; 

All  fulnefs  dwells  in  thee  alone; 
Whate'er  I  have  was  freely  giv'n  ; 

Nothing  but  fin  I  call  my  own: 
Other  propriety  diiclaim ; 
Thou  only  art  the  great  I   AM. 

5  Wherefore  to  thee  I  all  refign; 

Being  thou  art,  and  Love,  and  Pow'r : 
Thy  only  will  be  done,  not  mine  ! 

Thee,  Lord,  let  earth  and  heav'n  adore! 
Flow  back  the  rivers  to  the  fea, 
And  let  cur  all  be  left  in  thee  ! 

H  Y  M  N    CCL.     Kwgswod. 

j    f"^  A ST  en  the  fidelity 
V^   Cf  mv  redeeming  Lord, 
I  (ball  h\o  falvation  fee 
According  to  his  word : 


BELIEVERS  SUFFERING.        H| 

Credence  to  his  word  I  give, 

My  Saviour  in  diftreffes  paft 
Will  not  now  his  iervant  leave, 

Eut  bring  me  through  at  Iaft. 

2  Better  than  my  boding  fears 

To  me  thou  oft  halt  prov'd; 
Oftobferv'd  my  filent  tears, 

And  challeng'd  thy  belov'd  : 
Me  rev  to  my  relcue  flew, 

And  death  tingrafp'd  his  fainting  prey; 
Pain  before  thy  face  withdrew, 

And  forrow  fled  away. 

3  Now  as  yefterday  the  fame, 

In  all  my  troubles  nigh, 
Jefus,  on  thy  word  and  name 

I  itedfailly  rely: 
Sure  as  now  the  grief  I  feel, 

The  promised  joy  I  foon  {hall  have  ^ 
Sav'd  again  to  finners  tell 

Thy  power  and  will  to  fave. 

4  To  thy  blefled  will  reiign'd, 

And  ftaid  on  that  alone, 
I  thy  perftel  iirength  (hall  find, 

Thy  faithful  mercies  own; 
Compafs'd  round  with  fongs  of  praife* 

My  all  to  my  Redeemer  give; 
Spread  thy  miracles  of  g"ace, 

And  for  thy  glory  live. 

H  Y  M  N     CCLT.     Welling. 
i   rlHHou  Lamb  of  God,  thou  Prin  e  of  Pc.tce, 
X     For  thee  my  thirfty  foul  doth  .  ine  ! 
My  longing  heart  implores  thy  gr?ce: 
G  make  me  in  thy  likencis  iiiine ! 

o3 


244       BELIEVERS  SUFFERING. 

2  With  fraudlefs,  even,  humble  mind, 

Thy  will  in  all  things  may  I  fee ! 
In  love  be  ev'ry  with  refign'd, 

And  hallow'd  my  whole  heart  to  thee. 

3  When  pain  o'er  my  weak  flefh  prevails, 

With  lamb-like  patience  arm  my  breaftj 
When  grief  my  wounded  foul  afiails, 
In  lowly  meeknefs  may  1  reft. 

4  Cjofe  by  thy  fide  frill  may  I  keep, 

Howe*er  life's  various  current  flow; 
With  ftedfaft  eye  mark  ev'ry  ftep, 
Arid  follow  thee  where'er  thou  go. 

5  Thou,  Lord,  the  dreadful  fight  hail  won; 

Alone  thou  hall  the  wine-prefs  trod : 
In  me  thy  ftrength  ning  grace  be  fhown, 
O  may  I  conquer  through  thy  blood! 

6  So  when  en  Sion  thou  fhalt  ftand, 

And  all  heaven's  koft  adore  their  King, 
Shall  1  be  found  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  free  from  pain  thy  glories  ling. 

HYMN     CCLII.    Aihhne. 

,i     TESU,  the  weary  wanderer's  reft, 
\    Give  me  thy  eafy  yoke  to  bear; 
V  i:h  ftedfaft  patience  arm  my  breaft, 
With  fpotlefs  love,  and  lowly  frar. 

2  Thankful  I  take  the  cup  from  thee, 

Frepar'd  and  mingled  by  thy  fldll, 
Though  hitter  to  the  taite  it  be, 
Powerful  the  wounded  foul  to  heal. 

3  Be  then.  O  Rock   of  Ages,  nigh  ! 

Sc  (hall  each  murmuring  thought  be  gone. 


BELIEVERS  GROANING,  Sec.    245. 

And  grief,  and  fear,  and  care  fhall  fly 
As  clouds  before  the  mid-day  fun. 

4  Speak  to  my  warring  paffioris,  "  Peace ;" 
Say  to  my  trembling  heart,  "  Be  ftill  :" 

Thy  power  my  ftrength  and  fortrefs  is, 
For  al!  things  ferve  thy  fov'reign  will. 

5  C  death  !   where  is  thy  fting  ?  where  now 
Thy  boafted  vi&ory,  O  grave  ? 

Who  fhall  contend  with  God  ?  Or  who 
Can  hurt  whom  God  delights  tofave  ? 

H  Y  M  N    CCLIII.     AthLne. 
For  Bcli/vers  gna/ring  for  full  Redemption, 
2    i~\  God  molt  merciful  and  true, 
V_>/   Thy  nature  to  my  foul  impart; 
'Stablim  with  me  the  covenant  new, 
And  write  perieclion  on  my  heart. 

:  To  realholinefs  reftor'd, 

0  let  me  gain  my  Saviour's  mind; 
And  in  the  know  ledge  of  my  Lord 

Fulnefs  of  life  eternal  find. 
!  Remember,  Lord,  my  (ins  no  more, 
That  them  I  may  no  more  forget ; 
But,  fj nk  in  guilrlcfs  (harrie,  adore 
With  fpeechlefs  wonder  at  thy  feet. 

G'erwbelm'd  with  thy  ftupendcus  grace, 

1  fhaij  not  in  thy  prefence  move  ; 
But  breathe  unutterable  praife, 

And  rapturous  awe,  and  (ilent  love. 
Then  every  murmuring  thought  and  vaia 

Expires  infweet  confufion  loll : 
I  c  ;jr-not  of  my  crofs  complain, 

I  cannot  of  my  goodnefs  boaft. 


1 4-6       Believ-ers  brought  to  th?  Birth, 

6  Pardon'd  for  all  that  I  have  done, 
My  mouth  as  in  the  dull  1  hide, 
And  glory  give  to  God  alone, 
My  God,  for  ever  pacified! 

H  Y  M  N    CCLIV.  favitaim. 

For  Believers  brought  to  the  Birth. 
i    f~\  God,  to  whom  in  flePn  reveal'd 
V.>^  The  hciplcfs  all  for  fuccour  came; 
The  fick  to  he  relieved  and  heal'd, 
And  found  falvation  in  thy  name: 

2  With  pub!|ea;ns  and  harlots  I, 

In  thefe  thy  Spirit's  gofpeJ-days, 
To  thee  the  finner's  friend  draw  nigh, 
And  humbly  fue  for  faving  grace. 

3  Thou  fecit  me  hciplcfs  ruu)  c  illicit, 

Feeble,  and  falm:,  and  blind,  and  poor; 
Weary,  1  come  to  thee  for  red, 
And  fick  of  iin,  implore  a  cure. 

4  My  fin's  incurable  difeafe, 

Thou,  J^a,  thoa  alone canil:  heal 8 
Infpire  me  with  thy  pow'f  and  peace, 


An^' 


^«.w4v/«  ^n  ray  confidence  feaf. 


5  A.  touch,  a  word,  a  look  from  thee, 

Can  turn  my  heart  and  make  it  clean, 
Purge  the  foul,  inbred  Ieprofy, 
And  fave  me  from  my  bofom-fin. 

6  Lord,  if  thou  wilt,  I  do  believe, 

Thcu  canft  the  faving  grace  impart; 
Thou  canft  this  initant  now  forgive, 
And  (lamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

7  My  heart,  which  now  to  thee  I  raife, 

I  know  thou  c^nil  this  moment  cleanse ; 


Eelievers  brought  to  the  Birth.       247 

The  deepdt  ftalns  of  fin  efface, 
And  drive  the  evil  fpirit  hence. 

S  Be  it  according  to  thy  word  ! 

Accomplifh  now  thy  work  in  me; 
And  let  my  foul,  to  health  reftor'd, 
Devote  its  little  all  to  thee  ! 

HYMN    CCLV.     Welling 

1  TESU,  thy  far-extended  fame 

%|    My  drooping  foul  exults  to  hear: 
Thy  name,  thy  all-reltoring  name, 
Is  mufic  in  a  lmner's  ear. 

2  Sinners  of  old  thou  didlt  receive 

With  comfortable  words  and  kind  ; 
Their  forrows,  cheer  their  wants  relieve, 
Heal  the  difeas'd,  a.id  cure  the  blind. 

3  And  art  thou  not  the  Saviour  frill. 

In  ev'ry  place  and  age  the  fame  ? 

Haft  thou  forgot  thy  gracious  (kill, 

Or  loft  the  virtue  of  thy  name  r 

4  Faith  in  thy  changelefs  name  I  have; 

The  good,  the  kind  phyftcian,  thou 
Art  able  now  our  fouls  to  fave, 
Art  willing  to  reltore  them  now. 

5  Though  feventeen  hundred  years  are  part, 

Since  thou  didft  in  the  flefh  appear  ! 
Thy  tender  mercies  ever  laft: ! 

And  ftili  thy  healing  pow'r  is  here. 

6  Wooldft  thou  the  body's  health  reftore, 

And  not  regard  the  fin-fick  foul  ? 
The  fin-iick  foul  thou  lov'ff  much  more, 
And  furciy  thou  malt  make  jt  whole. 


?i$  Fcr  the  Society  Praying. 

7   All  my  difeafe,  my  ev'ry  fin, 
To  thee,  O  Jefus,  I  confefsj 
In  pardon,  Lord,  mv  cjre  begin, 
And  perfect  it  in  holinefs. 

S  That  token  of  thine  utmoft  good, 

Now,  Saviour,  now  on  me  bellow  ; 

And  purge  my  conference  with  thy  blood, 

And  warn  my  nature  white  as  fnow. 

HYMN    CCLVI.  Mufician's. 

For  ihe  Society  Praying. 

1  |7  XCEPT  the  Lord  concha  the  plan, 
X-J  The  bell-concerted  fchemes  are  vain. 

And  never  can  fucceed  •, 
We  fpend  our  wretched  ilrength  for  nought; 
But  if  our  works  in  thee  are  wrought, 

The}-  (hall  be  bleft  indeed. 

2  Lord,  if  thou  didft  thyftlf  iir'pire 
Our  fouls  with  this  intenfe  deiire 

Thy  goodnefs  to  proclaim; 
Thy  glory  if  we  now  intend, 
C  Jet  our  deed  begin  and  end 

Complete  in  Jefirs  name  ! 

3  In  Jefu's  name  behold  we  meet. 
Far  from  an  evil  world  retreat, 

And  all  its  frantic  ways; 
One  only  thing  refolved  to  know, 
And  fquare  our  ufeful  lives  below 

By  reafon  and  by  grace. 

4  Not  in  the  tombs  we  pine  to  dwell, 
ISjot  in  the  dark,  monadic  cell, 

By   vows  and  grates  connn'dj 


PASTORAL  HYMN*  24* 

"Freely  to  all  ourfelves  we  give, 
Conilrain'd  by  jefu's  love  to  live 
The  fervants  of  mankind, 

l\Tow,  Jefu,  now  thy  love  impart, 
To  govern  each  devoted  heart, 

And  fit  us  for  thy  will! 
Deep  founded  in  the  truth  of  grace, 
Build  up  thy  riling  church,  and  place 

The  city  on  the  hill. 

O  let  our  love  and  faith  abound  I 
C  let  our  lives  to  all  around 
With  purcit  luftre  fhine ! 
That  all  around  our  works  may  fee, 
And  give  the  glory,  Lord,  to  thee, 


The  heavenly  light  d 


ivme  I 


HYMN     CCLVII.     Whrcejkf, 

A  Pajioral  Hymn. 

j    T  TOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
XjL    Who  ftand  on  Zion's  hill, 
That  bring  falvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal  I 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice, 

So  fweet  the  tidings  are ! 
"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King-,-- 
"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  this  joyful  found, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  fought,  but  never  found ! 


*50  PASTORAL  HYMN. 

4  How  blefTed  are  our  eyes 

That  fee  this  heavenly  light ; 
Prophets  and  kings  defired  long, 
But  dy'd  without  the  light. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ; 
Jerufctiern  breaks  forth  m  fongs, 
And  defaits  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bear  his  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad; 
Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 


HYMN  CCLVIIL  St.  Paul's. 

1  T    OVERS  of  pleafure  more  than  God, 
JLj  For  you  he  fufTer'd  pain, 
Swearers,  for  you  he  fpiit  his  blood ; 

And  mail  he  bleed  in  vain  ? 

2  Mifers,  his  life  for  you  he  paid, 

Your  bafell  crimes  he  bore: 
Drunkards,  your  (ins  on  him  were  laid, 
That  you  might  fin  no  more. 

3  The  God  of  love,  to  earth  he  came, 

That  you  might  come  to  heaven; 
Believe,  believe  in  jefu's  name, 
And  all  your  fin's  forgiven. 


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4  Believe  in  him  that  died  for  thee  ! 
And  fure  as  he  hath  died, 
Thy  debt  is  paid,  thy  foul  is  free, 
And  thou  art  juftified. 

HYMN    CCLIX.     Handel's  March. 

1  T  T  ARK  !  how  the  watchmen  cry  I 
X~l     Attend  the  trumpet's  found  ; 
Stand  to  your  arms !  the  foe  is  nigh  I 

The  powers  of  hell  furround  : 
Who  bow  to  Chrift's  command, 

Your  arms  and  hearts  prepare  ; 
The  day  of  battle  is  at  hand  I 

Go  forth  to  glorious  war  I 

2  See  on  the  mountain-top 

The  ftandard  of  your  God ! 
In  Jefu's  name  I  lift  it  up, 

Ail  ftain'd  with  hallow'd  blood. 
His  ftandard-bearer  I    * 

To  all  the  nations  Gall : 
Let  all  to  Jefu's  crofs  draw  nigh ! 

He  bore  the  crofs  for  all. 

3  Go  up  with  Chriit  your  head, 

Your  Captain's  footfteps  fee  : 
Follow  your  Captain,  and  be  led 

To  certain  victory. 
All  power  to  him  is  given  : 

He  ever  reigns  the  fame  : 
Salvation,  happinefs,  and  heavei) 

Are  all  in  Jefu's  name. 


lip    EblieVers  brought  to  the  Birth. 

4  Only  have  faith  in  God  : 

In  faith  your  foes  affail  : 
Not  wreftling  againft  fiefh  and  blood, 

But  all  the  powers  of  heil : 
From  thrones  of  glory  driven, 

By  flaming  veng'ance  hurl'd, 
They  throng  the  air,  and  darken  heaven, 

And  rule  the  lower  world. 

HYMN    CCLX.    Carfs. 
t  T  X  7ATCHT)  by  the  world's  malignant 

Who  load  us  with  reproach  and  fhame; 
As  fervants  of  the  Lord  moil  high, 

As  zealous  for  his  glorious  name, 
We  ought  in  all  his  paths  to-  move 
W7ith  holy  fear  and  humble  love. 

2  That  wifdom?  Lord,  on  us  beftow, 

From  every  evil  to  depart  ; 

To  flop  the  mouth  of  every  foe, 

While,  upright  both  in  life  and  heart, 
The  proofs  of  godly  fear  we  give, 
And  (new  them,  how  the  Chriftians  live., 

HYMN    CCLXI.    Muficiatiu 

For  Believers  brought  to  the  Birthr, 

i   f^\  Glorious  hope  of  perfect  love ! 
V^  It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above i 
It  bears  on  eagles'  wings: 


Believers  brought  to  the  Birth,       255 

It  gives  my  ravifh'd  foul  a  tafte, 
And  makes  me  for  fome  moments  feaft 
With  Jefu's  priefts  and  kings. 

2  The  things  eternal  I  purfue, 
A  happinefs  beyond  the  view 

Of  thofe  that  bafely  pant : 
For  things  by  nature  felt  and  feen  j 
Their  honours,  wealth,  and  pleafures  mean, 

I  neither  have  nor  want. 

3  Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own  ; 
A  ftranger  to  the  world  unknown, 

I  all  their  goods  defpife  ; 
I  trample  on  their  whole  delight, 
And  feek  a  country  out  of  fight, 

A  country  in  thefKies. 

4  There  is  my  houfe  and  portion  fair, 
My  treafure,  and  my  heart  is  there, 

And  my  abiding  home; 
For  me  my  elder  brethren  ftay, 
And  ange\s  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jefus  bids  me  come  I 

g  I  come,  thy  fervant,  Lord,  replies, 
I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  Ikies, 
And  claim  my  heav'nly  reft! 
Now  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  end, 
Now,  O  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
Receive  me  to  thy  breafx ! 

?2 


2^4      Believers  brought  to  the  Birth. 

HYMN     CCLXII.      Dedication. 

I  TITHYnot  now,  my  God,  my  God? 
V  V       Ready  if  thou  always  art, 
Make  in  me  thy  mean  abode, 

Take  poffeflion  of  my  heart : 
If  thou  canft  fo  greatly  bow, 
Friend  of  finners,  why  not  now  ? 

a  God  of  love,  in  this  my  day 

For  thyfelf  to  thee  I  cry  ; 
Dying,  if  thou  Hill  delay 

Muit  I  not  for  ever  die  ? 
Enter  now  thy  pooreft  home  : 
Now,  my  utmofl  Saviour,  come  ! 

HYMN     CCLXIII.     Hamilton'*. 

1   TVTOW,  even  now,  I  yield,  I  yield 
±N      With  ail  my  fins  to  part ; 
Jefus,  fpeak  my  pardon  feal'd, 

And  purify  my  heart ! 
Purge  the  love  of  fin  away, 

Then  I  into  nothing  fall : 
Then  I  fee  the  perfect  day, 

And  Chrift  is  all  in  all. 

3  Tefu,  now  our  hearts  infpire 

With  that  pure  love  of  thine  ; 
Kindle  now  the  heavenly  fire 

To  brighten  and  refine  : 
Purify  our  faith  like  gold  : 

All  the  drofs  of  fin  remove: 
Melr  our  fpi Fits  down,  and  mould 

Into  thy  p?rfe>l  love. 


BELIEVERS  INTERCEDING.      25J 

Fcr  Believers  Interceding. 

HYMN     CCLXIV.     Jvgel-Song, 

PART    THE    FIRST. 

1  T^ATHER,  if  juftly  flit]  we  claim 
X       To  us  and  ours  the  prcmife  made, 
To  us  be  gracioufly  the  fame, 

And  crown  with  living  fire  our  head. 

£  Our  claim  admit,  and  from  above 
Of  holinefs  the  fpirit  fhower  ; 
Of  wife  difcernment,  humble  love, 
And  zeal,  and  unity,  and  power. 

3  The  fpirit  of  convincing  fpeech, 
Of  power  demonftrative  impart ; 
Such  as  may  ev'ry  confcience  reach, 
And  found  the  unbelieving  heart : 

jig.  The  fpirit  of  refining  fire, 

Searching  the  inmoft  of  the  mind, 
To  purge  all  fierce  and  foul  defire, 
And  kindle  life  more  pure  and  kind  : 

J5"  The  fpirit  of  faith  in  this  thy  day, 

To  break  the  power  of  cancell'd  fin, 
Tread  down  its  ftrength,  overturn  its  fway, 
And  ftill  the  conqueft  more  than  win. 

6  The  fpirit  breathe  of  inward  life, 

Which  in  our  hearts  thy  laws  may  write  i 
Then  grief  expires,  and  pain,  and  ihife  ; 
'Tis  nature  all,  and  all  delight. 


356  SOCIETY  PRAYING. 

HYMN     CCLXV.     Angel-Song. 


o 


PART   THE   SECOND. 

N  all  the  earth  thy  Spirit  fhower, 
The  earth  in  righteoufnefs  renew  : 
Thy  kingdom  come,  and  hell's  o'erpower, 
And  to  thy  fceptre  all  fubdue. 

2  Like  mighty  winds  or  torrents  fierce,. 

Let  it  oppofers  all  o'er-run ; 
And  every  law  of  fin  reverfe, 

That  faith  and  love  may  make  all  one* 

3  Yea,  let  thy  Spirit  in  every  place 

Its  richeft  energy  declare; 
While  lovely  tempers,  fruits  of  grace, 
The  kingdom  of  thy  Chrift  prepare* 

\  Grant  this,  O  holy  God,  and  true ; 
The  ancient  feers  thou  didft  infpire  I 
To  us  perform  the  promife  due, 

Defcend,  and  crown  us  now  with  fire  I 

HYMN    CCLXVI.    Aldrich. 

For  the  Society  Praying. 

i    /^OME,  thou  omnifcient  Son  of  man, 
V^  DTplay  thy  lifting  power: 
Come  with  thy  winnowing  Spirit's  fan, 
And  throughly  purge  thy  floor. 


SOCIETY  PARTING.  zSJ 

5  The  chaff  of  fin,  theaccurfed  thing 
Far  from  our  fou's  be  driven  ! 
The  wheat  into  thy  garner  bring, 
And  lay  us  up  for  heaven. 

3  Lcok  through  us  with  thy  eyes  of  flame! 

The  clouds  and  darknefs  chafe : 
And  tell  me,  what  by  fin  I  am, 
And  what  I  am  by  grace. 

4  Whatever  offends  thy  glorious  eyes, 

Far  from  our  hearts  remove  ! 
As  duft  before  the  whirlwind  flies, 
Difperfe  it  by  thy  love. 

5  Then  let  us  all  thy  ftslnefs  know,  • 

From  every  fin  fet  free ; 
Sav'd,  to  the  utmoft  fav'd  below, 
And  perfectly  like  thee. 

HYMN   CCLXVTL     F,t/tr-La*c* 

For  the  Society  Parting. 

i  /"^  OD  of  all  confolatibn,  take 
vJT     The  glory  of  thy  grace ! 
Thy  gifts  to  thee  we  render  back 
In  ceafelefs  fongs  of  praife. 

2  Through  thee  we  now  together  cams 
In  finglenefs  of  heart : 
We  met,  O  Jefus,  in  thy  name, 
And  in  thv  name  we  Dart. 


25S  SOCIETY  PARTING.. 

3  We  part  in  body,  not  in  mind : 
Our  minds  continue  one; 
And,  each  to  each  in  Jefus  join'd, 
We  hand  in  hand  go  on. 

4.  Subfifts  as  in  us  all  one  foul ; 

No  power  can  make  us  twain ; 
And  mountains  rife,  and  oceans  roll. 
To  fever  us  in  vain. 

5  Prefent  we  Mill  in  fpirit  are, 

And  intimately  nigh, 
While  on  the  wings  of  faith  andpraye* 
We  each  to  other  fly. 

6  In  Jefus  Chrift  together  we 

In  heavenly  places  lit ; 
Cloth'd  with  the  fun,  we  fmile  to  fee 
The  moon  beneath  our  feet. 

7  Our  life  is  hid  with  Chrift  in  God  ; 

Our  life  fhall  foon  appear, 
And  (bed  his  glory  all  abroad 
On  all  his  members  here. 

8  The  heavenly  treafure  now  we  have 

In  a  vile  houfe  of  clay  ; 
But  he  (hall  to  the  utmoft  fave. 
And  keep  it  to  that  day. 

g  Our  fouls  are  in  his  mighty  hand5 
And  he  mall  keep  them  ftill ; 
And  you  and  1  fhall  furelv  ftand 
With  him  on  Sion's  hill ! 


SOCIETY  PARTING.  s5> 

lo  Him  eve  to  eye  we  there  fhall  fee  ; 
Cur  face  like  his  thall  fhine : 
O  what  a  glorious  company, 
When  faints  and  angels  join ! 

ii   O  what  a  joyful  meeting;  there! 
In  robes  of  white  array 'd, 
Palms  in  our  hands  we  all  fhall  bear, 
And  crowns  upon  our  head. 

12  Then  let  us  lawfully  contend, 
And  fight  our  palTage  through  : 
Bear  in  our  faithful  minds  the  end, 
And  keep  the  prize  in  view. 

15  Then  let  us  haften  to  the  day, 

When  all  mall  be  brought  home  f 
Come,  O  Redeemer,  come  away ! 
O  jefus,  quickly  come! 

HYMN    CCLXVIII.     Lamp% 

1  A    ND  let  our  bodies  part, 
jT\.  To  different  climes  repair! 
Inseparably  join'd  in  heart 

The  friends  of  jefus  are  ! 

2  Jefus  the  corner-^cne 

Did  firft  our  hearts  unite' 
And  it  ill  he  keeps  our  fpirits  one, 
Who  walk  with  him  in  white. 

k 

3  O  let  us  ftill  proceed 

In  Jefu's  work  below  ; 


36o  SOCIETY  PARTING. 

And,  following  our  triumphant  Head, 
To  farther  conquefts  go. 

4  The  vineyard  of  their  Lgrd 

Before  his  labourers  lies; 
And  lo  !  we  fee  the  vaft  reward, 
Which  waits  us  in  the  Ikies ! 

5  O  let  our  heart  and  mind 

Continually  afcend, 
That  haven  of  repofe  to  find, 
Where  all  our  labours  end! 

6  Where  all  our  toils  are  e'er, 

Our  fuffering  and  our  pain  ! 
Who  meet  on  that  eternal  fhore, 
Shall  never  part  again. 

7  O  happy,  happy  place, 

Where  faims  and  angels  meet ! 
There  we.  (hall  fee  each  other's  face, 
And  all  our  brethren  greet. 

8  The  church  of  the  firft-born, 

We  mail  with  them  be  hleft, 
And,  crown'd  with  endlefs  joy,  return 
To  our  eternal  reft. 

9  With  joy  we  mall  behold, 

In  yonder  bleft  abode, 
The  patriarchs  and  prophets  old, 
And  all  the  faints  cf  God. 

!0  Abraham  and  Tfaac  there, 
And  Jacob  il*aij  receive 


CONSOLATION.  261 

The  followers  of  their  faith  and  prayer, 
Who  now  in  bodies  live. 

11  We  (hall  our  time  beneath 

Live  out  in  cheerful  hope, 
And  fearlefs  pafs  the  vale  of  death. 
And  gain  the  mountain-top. 

12  To  gather  home  his  own 

God  (hall  his  angels  fend, 
And  bid  our  blifs  on  earth  begun 
In  deathlefs  triumphs  end. 


HYMN    CCLXIX.    L.  M. 

1  /COMFORT,  ye  minifrers  of  grace, 
\^s    Comfort  the  people  of  your  Lord, 
O  lift  ye  up  the  fallen  race, 

And  cheer  them  by  the  gofpel-word. 

2  Go,  into  every  nation  go, 

Speak  to  their  trembling  hearts,  and.  err 
Glad  tidings  unto  all  we  fnew ; 
Jerufalem,  thy  God  is  nigh. 

3  Hark !   in  the  wildernefs  a  cry, 

A  voice  that  loudly  calls,  Prepare  I 
Prepare  your  hearts,  for  God  is  nigh, 
And  means  to  make  his  entrance  there? 

4  The  Lord  your  God  fhall  quickly  come; 

Sinners,  repent,  the  call  obey; 
Open  your  hearts  to  make  him  room  ■ 
Ye  defart-fouk.  prepare  his  wav. 
•  The  Lord  mall  clear  his  way  thro'  all  ; 
Whate'er  obftruc'b,   obftrufts  in  vain ; 
The  vale  mall  rife,  the  mountain  fall, 
Crooked  be  ftrait,  and  ruiged  j  lais? 
P6 


262  CONSOLATION. 

6  The  glory  of  the  Lord  difplay'd, 
Together  all  mankind  fhall  view; 
And  what  his  mouth  in  truth  hath  faidj 
His  own  almighty  hand  fhall  do. 

HYMN    CCLXX.    L.  M. 

2    T  JIGH  on  his  everlafting  throne 

11  The  King  of  faints  his  works  furvey,^. 
Marks  the  dear  fouls  he  calfc  his  own, 
And  fmiles  on  the  peculiar  race. 

2  He  refts  well-pleas'd  their  toils  to  fee 

Beneath  his  eafy  yoke  they  move, 
With  all  their  heart  asd  itrength  agree 
In  the  fweet  labour  of  his  love. 

3  See  where  the  fervants  of  their  God, 

A  bufy  multitude  appear, 
For  Jefus  dzy  and  night  employ 'd, 
His  heritage  they  toil  to  clear. 

4  The  love  of  Chrift  their  hearts  conftrains, 

And  ftrengthens  their  unwearied  hands, 
They  fpend  their  fvveat,  and  blood,  and  pains, 
To  cultivate  Immanuel's  lands. 

5  Jefus  their  toil  delighted  fees, 

Their  induftry  vouchfafes  to  crown, 
He  kindly  gives  the  wifh'd  increafe, 
And  fends  the  promis'd  blefling  down : 

6  The  fap  of  life,  the  Spirit's  powers, 

He  rains  inceflant  from  above. 
He  all  his  gracious  fulnefs  mowers, 
To  perfect  their  great  work  of  love» 


LAMENTATION.  263 

*-:  O  multiply  thy  fower's  feed, 

And  fruit  we  every  hour  fhall  bear, 
Throughout  the  world  thy  gofpel  fpread, 
Thine  everlafting  truth  declare; 

%  We  all  in  perfect  love  renew'd 

Shall  know  the  greatnefs  of  thy  power, 
Stand  in  the  temple  of  our  God 
As  pillars,  and  go  out  no  more. 

HYMN    CCLXXI.    CM. 

1  f~\  That  I  was  as  heretofore, 
v_>/  When  warm  in  my  tirft  love  I 
I  only  liv'd  my  Lord  t'  adore, 

And  feek  the  things  above. 

2  Upon  my  head  his  candle  fhone, 

And  lavilh  of  his  grace, 
With  cords  of  love  he  drew  me  on, 
And  half  unveil'd  his  face. 

3  Butter  and  honey  did  I  ear, 

And  lifted  up  on  high, 
I  faw  the  clouds  beneath  my  feet. 
And  rode  upon  the  fey. 

4  Far,  far  above  all  earthly  things 

Triumphantly  I  rode ; 
Ifoar'd  to  heav'n  on  eagles'  wings, 
And  found,  and  talked  with  God. 

5  Where  am  I  now,  from  what  an  height 

Of  happinefs  cait  down  ! 
The  glory  fwaliow'd  up  in  night, 
And  faded  is  the  crown, 


264  PETITION. 

6  O  God,  thou  art  my  home,  my  reft, 
For  which  I  figh  in  pain, 
How  (ball  I  'fcape  into  thy  bread, 
My  Eden  now  regain  \ 

HYMN    CCLXXII. 
f   Q  AVIOUR  from  fin,  I  wait  to  prove 

0  That  Jefus  is  thy  healing  name, 
To  lofe,  when  perfected  in  love, 

Whatever  I  have,  or  can,  or  am; 

1  (lay  me  on  thy  faithful  word, 
The  Tenant  fhall  be  as  his  Lord. 

2  Anfwer  that  gracious  end  in  me, 

For  which  thy  precious  life  was  given, 
Redeem  from  all  iniquity, 

Feftore  and  m?ke  me  meet  for  heaven  ; 
Unlefs  thou  purge  my  every  ftain, 
Thy  fufTering  and  my  faith  are  vain. 

3  'Tis  not  3  bare  reieafe  from  fin, 

Its  guilt  and  pain,  my  foul  requires, 
I  want  a  fpirit  of  power  within; 

Thee,  Jefus,  thee  my  heart  defires, 
And  pants,  and  breaks  to  be  renew'd, 
And  wauVd  in  thine  all-cleanfing  blood. 

4  Didfl  thou  not  die  that  I  might  live 

No  longer  to  mvfelf,  bnt  thee? 
Might,  body,  foul,  and  fpirit  give 

To  him  who  gave  himfeif  for  me  ? 
Come  then,  my  Mafter,  and  mv  God, 
Take  the  dear  purchafe  of  thy  blood. 

5  Thine  own  peculiar  fervant  claim, 

For  thine  own  truth  and  mercy's  fake, 
Hallow  in  me  thy  glorious  name, 
Me  for  thine  own  this  moment  take, 


PETITION.  z6$ 

And  change  and  throughly  purify  : 
Thine  only  may  I  live  and  die. 

HYMN    CCLXXIII.  C.  M. 

Morning  Hjmn. 

-t   f~^  IVER  and  Guardian  of  my  deep, 
V_X     To  praife  thy  name  I  wake, 
Still,  Lord,  thy  helplefs  fervant  keep. 
For  thy  own  mercy's  fake. 

2  The  bleffing  of  another  day 

I  thankfully  receive; 
O  may  I  only  thee  obey, 
And  to  thy  glory  live. 

3  Vouchfafe  to  keep  my  foul  from  fin, 

Its  cruel  power  fufpend, 
Till  all  this  ftrife  and  war  within, 
Jn  perfect  peace  {hall  end. 

4  Upon  me  lay  thy  mighty  hand, 

My  words,  and  thoughts  reftrain, 
Bow  my  whole  foul  to  thy  command, 
Nor  let  my  faith  be  vain. 

5  Prifoner  of  hope,  I  wait  the  hour 

Which  (hall  falvation  bring, 
When  all  1  am  {hall  own  thy  power, 
And  call  ray  Jefus  King. 

H  Y  M  N     CCLXXIV.  L.  M. 

i     A  WAKE,  Jerufalem  awake, 

Jl\.     No  longer  in. .thy  {ins  lie  down, 
The  garment  ot  falvation  take, 

Thy  beauty  and  thy  ftrength  put  on. 
s  Shake  off  the  duft  that  blinds  thy  fight,,. 
And  hides  the  promife  from  thine  eye's, 


266  PETITION. 

Arife,   and  ftruggle  into  light, 
Thy  great  Deliverer  calls,  Arife! 

3  Shake  off  the  bands  of  fad  defpair, 

Sion  affert  thy  liberty, 
Look  up,  thy  broken  heart  prepare, 
And  God  {hall  fet  the  captive  free. 

4  VefTels  of  mercy,  fons  of  grace, 

Be  purg'd.  from  every  finful  ftain, 

Be  like  your  Lord  ;  his  word  embrace, 

Nor  bear  his  hallow  'd  name  in  vain. 

5  The  Lord  fhall  in  your  front  appear, 

And  lead  the  pompous  triumph  on; 
His  glory  fhall  bring  up  the  rear, 
And  perfect:  what  his  grace  begun. 

HYMN    CCLXXV. 

i  /"^QME,  O  thou  traveller  unknown, 
\_y  Whom  ftill  I  hold,  but  cannot  fee, 
My  company  before  is  yone, 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  thee, 
With  theea'l  night  I  mean  to  ilay, 
And  wreftle  tiil  the  break  of  day. 

2  In  vain  thou  ftruggleft  to  get  free, 

I  never  will  unloofe  my  hold  : 
Art  thou  the  man  that  died  for  me  ? 

The  fecret  of  thy  love  unfold ; 
WreftHng  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

3  What  tho'  my  fhrinking  flefh  complain, 

And  murmur  to  c<  m  .-.-•■.  fd  long* 
I  rife  fuperior  to  i 

When  I  am  w§ak,  then  i  am  ftrong, 


WATCHING.  267 

And  when  my  All  of  ftrength  (hall  fail, 

I  mall  with  the  God-man  prevail. 
Yield  to  me  now, — for  I  am  weak, 

But  confident  in  felf-defpair ; 
Speak  to  my  heart,  in  bleffings  fpeak, 

Be  conquer'd  by  my  inftant  prayer  ; 
Speak,  or  thou  never  hence  malt  move, 
And  tell  me,  if  thy  name  be  love. 
'Tis  love,  'tis  love !  Thou  dy'ii  for  me, 

I  hear  thy  whifper  in  my  heart, 
The  morning  breaks,  the  ihadows  flee, 

Pure,  univerfal  love  thou  art; 
To  me,  to  all  thy  bowels  move, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  love. 
I  know  thee,  Saviour,  who  thou  art, 

Jefus  the  feeble  finner's  friend  ; 
Nor  wilt  thou  with  the  night  depart, 

But  flay,  and  love  me  to  the  end, 
Thy  mercies  never  fhall  remove, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  love. 

HYMN    CCLXXVI. 

OFT  have  we  pafs'd  the  guilty  night 
In  re  veilings  and  frantic  mirth, 
The  creature  was  our  foul  delight, 

Our  happinefs  the  things  of  earth ; 
But  O  fuffice  the  feafon  paft, 
We  choofe  the  better  part  at  laft. 
We  will  not  clofe  our  wakeful  eyes, 

We  will  not  let  our  eye-lids  fleep, 
But  humbly  lift  them  to  the  ikies, 

And  all  a  folemn  vigil  keep  ; 
So  many  nights  on  fin  beftow'd, 
Can  we  not  watch  one  hour  for  God  I 


*68  PETITION. 

3  We  can,  dear  Jefus,  for  thy  fake, 

Devote  our  every  hour  to  thee  ; 
Speak  but  the  word,  our  fouls  fhall  'wake. 

And  fing  with  cheerful  melody ; 
Thy  praife  fhall  our  glad  tongues  employ, 
And  every  heart  fhall  dance  for  joy. 

4  Derr  object  of  our  faith  and  love, 

We  liften  for  thy  welcome  voice, 
Our  perfens  and  our  works  approve, 

And  bid  us  in  thy  ftrength  rejoice, 
Now  let  us  hear  the  mighty  cry, 
And  fhout  to  find  the  Bridegroom  nigh. 

5  Shout  in  the  midft  of  us,  O  King 

Of  faints,  and  let  our  joys  abound, 
Let  us  rejoice,  give  thanks,  and  fing, 

And  triumph  in  redemption  found: 
We  afk  in  faith  for  every  foul ; 
O  let  our  glorious  joy  be  full. 

6  O  may  we  all  triumphant  rife, 

With  joy  upon  our  heads  return, 
And  far  above  thefe  nether  fkies, 

By  thee  on  eagles'  wings  upborne, 
Through  all  yon  radiant  circle  move, 
And  gain  the  higheft  heaven  of  love. 

HYMN    CCLXXVH.    C.  M. 

1  f~\  H  !  for  a  clofer  walk  with  God, 
V^     A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ; 
A  light  to  fhine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

2  Where  is  the  bleflkdnefs  I  knew, 

When  firft  I  faw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  foul-refrefhing  viev/ 
Of  Jefus  and  his  word  ? 


PETITION.  169 

g  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy 'd ! 

How  fweet  their  memory  fail : 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void* 

The  world  can  never  fill. 
4  Return,   O  Holy-Dove,  return, 

Sweet  mefTenger  of  reft  ; 
J-hate  the  fins  that  made  thee  mourn, 

And  drove  thee  from  my  breaft. 
The  deareft  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne; 

And  worfhip  only  thee. 
So  fhall  my  walk  be  clofe  with  God, 

Calm  and  ferene  my  frame ; 
So  purer  light  fhall  mark  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

HYMN    CCLXXVIII.   L.  M. 

3  A   N  inward  baptifm  of  pure  fire, 
il  Wherewith  to  be  baptiz'd  I  havej 

'Tis  all  my  longing  fouFs  defire, 
This,   only  this  my  foul  can  fave. 
fS  Strait'ned  I  am,  till  this  be  done; 
Kindle  in  me  the  living  flame, 
Father,   in  me  reveal  thy  Son, 
Baptize  me  into  Jefu's  name. 
"3  Transform  my  nature  into  thine, 

Let  all  my  powers  thine  imprefs  feel, 
Let  all  my  foul  become  divine, 

And  ftamp  me  with  thy  fpirk's  feal. 

4  Love,  mighty  love,  my  heart  o'erpower, 

Ah  !   why  doft  thou  fo  Jong  delay  ? 
Cut  fhort  the  work,  bring  near  the  honr* 
And  let  me  fee  thy  perfect  day. 


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PETITION. 


5  Behold,  for  thee  I  ever  wait, 

Now  let  in  me  thy  image  ihine, 
Now  the  new  heavens  and  earth  create, 
And  plant  with  righteoufnefi  divine. 

6  If  with  the  wretched  ions  of  men 

It  ft  ill  be  thy  delight  to  live, 
Come,  Lord,  beget  my  foul  again, 
Thyfeif,  thy  quick  ning  fpirit  give. 

HYMN    CCLXXIX.    CM. 

1  T^OUNTAIN  of  life,  to  all  below 
JL       Let  thy  falvation  roll, 
Water,  replenifh,  and  o'erflow 

Every  believing  foul. 

2  Into  that  happy  number,  Lord, 

Us  weary  fin  tiers  take, 
Jefus,  fulfil  thy  gracious  word, 
For  thy  own  mercy's  fnke. 

3  Turn  back  our  nr. tare's  rapid  tide, 

And  vve  (hall  flow  to  thee, 
While  down  the  iiream  of  time  we  glide 
To  our  eternity. 

4  The  well  of  life  to  us  thoa  art, 

Of  joy  the  fwelling  flood, 
Vvafted  by  thee  with  willing  heart 
We  fwift  return  to  God. 

5  We  foon  fhall  reach  the  boundlefs  fea, 

Into  thy  fulnefs  fall, 
Be  loft  and  fwaliowed  up  in  thee 
Our  God,  our  All  in  All. 

H  Y  M  N    CCLXXX.    L.  M. 
i    /^\  THOU,  whom  all  thy  faints  adore, 
V^     We  now  with  all  thy  faints  agree, 
.And  bow  our  inmoft  fouls  before  • 
Thy  glorious,  awful  Majefty. 


PETITION.  271 

''2  The  King  of  Nations  we  proclaim, 

Who  would  not  our  great  Sovereign  fear  ? 
We  long  t'experience  all  thy  name, 

And  now  we  come  to  meet  thee  here. 

3  We  come,  great  God,  to  feek  thy  face, 
And  for  thy  loving  kindnefs  wait; 

And  O  how   Ireadful  is  this  place  ! 

'Tis  God's  ownhoufe,  'tis  heaven's  gate, 

4  Tremble  our  hearts  to  find  thee  nigh, 
To  thee  our  trembling  hearts  afpire;' 

And  lo !  we  fee  defcead  from  high 
The  pihar,  and  the  flame  of  fire. 

5  Still  let  it  on  th'  affembly  May, 
And  all  the  houfe  with  glory  fill ; 

To  Canaan's  bounds  point  out  the  way* 
And  bring  us  to  thy  holy  hill. 

5  There  let  us  all  with  Jefus  ftand, 

And  join  the  general  church  above, 
And  take  our  feats  at  thy  right-hand, 
And  fmg  thine  everlalting  love. 

1  Come,  Lord,  our  fouls  are  on  the  wing, 
Now  on  thy  great  white  throne  appear, 
And  let  my  eyes  behold  my  King, 
And  let  me  fee  my  Saviour  there. 

HYMN   CCLXXXI.    L.M. 

SAY,  which  of  you  would  fee  the  Lord  ? 
You  all  may  now  obtain  the  grace, 
Behold  him  in  the  written  word, 

Where  John  unveils  the  Saviour's  face. 


37*  PETITION". 

2  Clear  as  the  trumpet's  voice  he  fpeaki 

To  every  foul  that  turns  his  ear; 
Amidft  the  golden  candleiiicks 

He  walks :  and  lo  !   he  now  is  here. 

3  Prefent  to  all  believing  fouls, 

They  fee  him  with  an  eagle's  eye  : 
Down  to  his  feet  a  garment  rolls 
Stain'd  with  a  glorious  crimfon  die, 

4  A  golden  girdle  binds  his  bread, 

(Whence  ftreams  of  confolation  flow, 
Milk  for  his  new-born  babes,  who  reft 
In  him,  nor  other  comfort  know.] 

5  His  form  is  as  the  Son  of  Man, 

His  eyes  are  as  a  flame  of  fire  ; 
They  dart  a  fin-confuming  pain, 
And  life  and  joy  divine  infpire, 

!b  His  fpotlefs  purity  of  foul. 

We  by  a  lovely  emblem  know, 
His  head  and  hair  are  white  as  wool, 
White  are  they  as  the  driven  fnow, 

7  Glitter  his  feet  like  polifh'd  brafs, 

That  long  hath  in  the  furnace  (hone. 
Brighter  than  lightning  is  his  face, 
Brighter  than  the  meridian  fun. 

8  As  many  waters  founds  his  word, 

Seven  ftars  he  holds  in  his  right-hand. 
Out  of  his  mouth  a  two-edg'd  fword 
Goes  forth :  before  it  who  can  (land  ? 

q  Lord,  at  thy  feet  we  fall  as  dead, 
Lay  thy  right-hand  upon  our  foal* 
Scatter  our  fears,  thy  Spirit  died, 
A«4  all  our  unbelief  cop.troul. 


PETITION.  -27$ 

10  Tell  us,  "  I  am  the  Firft  and  Laft, 

"  Who  liv'd  and  died  for  all,  am  I! 
"  And  lo  !  my  bitter  death  is  paft, 
"  And  lo  !   1  live  no  more  to  die: 

11  "  I  have  the  keys  of  death  and  hell." 

Amen !  thy  record  we  receive, 
And  wait  till  thou  our  fpirits  feal, 
And  All  in  Ail  for  ever  live. 

HYMN    CCLXXXII.    L.M. 

I    "p\RAWnear,  O  Son  of  God,  draw  near, 
jLJ  Us  with  thy  flaming  eyes  behold, 
Still  in  thy  church  vouchfafe  t 'appear, 
And  let  our  candleftick  be  gold. 

>Z  Still  hold  the  ftars  in  thy  right-hand, 
And  let  them  in  thy  luftre  glow, 
The  lights  of  a  benighted  land, 
The  angels  of  thy  church  below, 

3  Make  good  their  apoftolic  boaft, 

Their  high  commifficn  let  them  prove, 
Be  temples  of  the  Holy  Ghoft, 

And  fill'd  with  faith,  and  hope,  and  love. 

4  Their  hearts  from  things  of  earth  remove, 

Sprinkle  them,  Lord,  from  fin  and  fear. 
Fix  their  affections  all  above, 

And  lay  up  all  their  treafure  there. 

c  Give  them  an  ear  to  hear  thy  word 
Thou  fpeakeft  to  thy  churches  now; 
And  let  all  tongues  confefs  their  Lord* 
Let  every  knee  to  Jefus  bow. 


274  PETITION. 

HYMN    CCLXXXIII. 

1  TN  boundlefs  mercy,  gracious  Lord,  appear* 
X  Darknefs  difpel,  the  humble  mourner  cheer; 
Vain  thoughts  remove,  melt  down  this  flint/ 

heart ; 
Caufe  every  foul  to  choofe  the  better  part. 

Z  Thy  prefence  fills  the  univerfal  fpace  ; 
Thy  grace  appears  to  all  the  fallen  race. 
O !  vifit  us  with  light  and  life  divine  ; 
Fill  every  foul,  for  every  foul  is  thine. 

3  The  blefled  Jefus  is  my  Lord,  my  love  ; 

He  is  my  King,  from  him  I  would  not  move  : 

Away  then,  all  ye  objects  that  divert, 

Nor  feek  to  draw  from  my  dear  Lord  my  heart. 

4  That  uncreated  beauty  which  hath  gain'd 
My  ravifh'd  heart,  hath  all  your  glory  claim'd; 
His  lovelinefs  my  foul  hath  preporlefs'd, 
And  left  no  room  for  any  other  gueft. 

HYMN    CCLXXXIV.    CM. 

i    1 "    ORD,  all  I  am  is  known  to  thee, 
X^j     In  vain  my  foul  Would  try 
To  fhun  thy  prefence,  or  to  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-fur  rounding  fight  furveys 

My  riling  and  my  reft, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
The  fecrets  of  my  bread. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  thee,  Lord, 

Before  they're  form'd  within; 


CHRISTMAS  HYMN.        27 

And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
Thou  know 'ft  the  fenfe  I  mean. 

4  O  wond'rous  knowledge,  deep  and  high! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Eefet  on  every  fide. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  Hill, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  foul  from  every  ill, 
Secur'd  by  fov'reign  love. 

HYMN    CCLXXXV.    Bofton. 
Chnjimas  Hynm. 

1  (<  QHepherds,  rejoice,  lift  up  your  eyes4 

O     "  And  fend  your  fears  away, 
"  News  from  the  regions  of  the  Ikies, 
**  Salvation's  born  to-day. 

2  "  Jefu,  the  God  whom  angels  fear, 

"  Comes  down  to  dwell  with  ycu  ; 
"  To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  hejre, 
"  But  not  as  monarchs  do. 

3  <e  No  gold,  nor  purple  fwaddling  bands, 

"  Nor  royal  mining  things  ; 
"  A  manger  for  his  cradle  ftands, 
t(  And  holds  the  King  of  kiags, 

4  *'  Go,  fliepherds,  where  the  infant  lies, 

"  And  fee  his  humble  throne; 
"  With  tears  of  joy  in  all  your  eyesa 
'*  Go,  fhepherds,  kifs  the  Son.'* 


276  CHRISTMAS  HYMN. 

5  Thus  Gabriel  fang,  and  ftraight  around 

The  heav'nly  armies  throng  ; 
They  tune  their  harps  to  lofty  found, 
And  thus  conclude  the  long  : 

6  '*  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 

"  Let  peace  furround  the  earth  ; 
"  Mortals  mall  know  their  Maker's  love,. 
"  At  their  Redeemer's  birth." 

7-  Lord !  and  fhall  angels  have  their  fongs, 
And  men  no  tunes  to  raife  ? 
O  may  we  lofe  thefe  ufelefs  tongues 
When  we  forget  to  praife  ! 

%  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 
That  pitied  us  forlorn, 
We  join  to  fing  our  Maker's  love, 
For  there's  a  Saviour  bom. 


•FINIS. 


Contents. 

.  Pagr. 

Awakening  and  inviting  5 

Penitential  *•■">•• 

Petition           ?•             ■?  43 

Rejoicing              r              *  I23 

Praife           -                *             -  J*' 

Trufting  in  Providence  -                 l535 

Suffering             *             -  *             *7° 

Funeral                    -                 *  J74 

Fellowfhip         -  -              iSo 

Backfliding             -  2°2 

Nativity             -  2°8 

New- Year                 -              *  *         2I1 

Good- Friday                *  *               2I3 

Praife                -                *  2I5 

Morning  and  Evening  *                  217 

Sacramental             -             *  •*            2r9 

Parting            -              -  -                257 

Chriftmas  Hvmrt                 *-.  «         275 


INDEX 


Page, 

■   A   ND  am  I  born  to  die  1 3 

J?JL  And  am  I  only  born  to  die  1 5 

.Ah!  whither  fhould  I  go  32 

All  glory  to  God  in  the  fky  61 

A  charge  to  keep  1  have  70 

And  can  I  yet  delay  91 

AH  yethatpafsby  113 

Arife  my  £>ul,  arife  127 

And  mu ft  this  body  die  1 3 l 

Away  mv  unbelieving  fear  164. 

And'ler  ihi,  feeble  body  fail  1 7  < 

Ah  lovejy  appearance  of  death  174 

All  glory  to  the  dying  lamb  197 

Away  with  our  fears  200 

Ah,  where  am  I  now  203 

All  hail !  harpy  day    _  208 

Alas!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  213 

Almightf  Maker  Gt>d                   m  215 

AH  praife  to  him  who  dwells  in  blifs  2 1 7 

Author  of  our  fahation,  thee  222 

And  let  our  bodies  part     '  2  ^9 

Awake,  lerufalem,  awake  265 

An  inward  baptifm  of  pure  fire  269 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind  10 

Blow  ye  ihe  trumpet,  blow  J  8 
Be  it  my  only  wifdom  hert 


I  N  D  E  X. 

Pace. 

Behold  the  fervant  of  the  Lord  84 

Being  of  beings,  God  of  Jove  94 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne  148 

But  above  all,  lay.  hold  167 

Brother  in  Chrift,  and  well-belov'd  193 

Bleft  be  the  dear  uniting  love  19 ^ 

Come,  ye  iinners,  poor  and  needy  6 

Come,  fmners,  to  the  gofpel-feaft  5 

Come,  holy  celeftial  Dove  34 

Come,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  rejoice  46 

Come,  let  us  anew  $£ 

Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  GhoS:  6z 

Come,  Saviour,  Jefu,  from  above  64. 

Come,  Lord,  from  above  90 

Come,  thou  Almighty  King  96 

Ccme,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  bleiEng  99 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord  123 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove   '  135 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King  1 12 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs  1 50 

Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs  15S 

Come  on,  my  partners  in  diftrefs  170 

Come  away  to  the  fides  1  So 

Come,  let  us  anew  j  82 

Come,  let  us  afcend  183 

Come,  and  let  us  fweetly  join  190 

Come,  thou  high  and  lofty  Lord  191 

Come,  let  us  ufe  the  grace  divine  192 

Come,  O  thou  all- victorious  Lord  232 

Call  on  the  fidelity  242 

Ccme,  thou  omnifcient  Son  of  Man.  256 

Comfort,  ye  miniiters  of  grace  26 r 

Come,  O  thou  Eravelle-  unknown  266 

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INDEX. 

Pack. 

Drooping  foul,  make  off  thy  fears  40 

Draw  near,  O  Son  of  God,  draw  near  273 

Ever  fainting  with  defire  101 

Except  the  Lord  conduct  the  plan  248 

Father  of  lights,  from  whom  proceeds  22 

Father  of  Jefas  Chrift  the  juft  33 

For  evi  r  here  my  reft  ilia']  be  76 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft  85; 

Father,  our  hearts  we  lift  120 

Father,  how  wide  thy  glories  fhine  1  40 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  Ikies  1 $;o 

Father  of  our  dying  Lord  187 

er,  I  ftretch  my  hands  ro  thee          •  214 

Father,  if  juitly  lVill  we  claim  255 

Fountain  of  life,  to  all  below  270 

God  of  my  falvation,  hear  45 

4  Jod  of  all  grace  and  majefty  47 

God  of  almighty  love  71 

God  of  all-redeeming  grace  8} 

Great  God  indulge  my  humble  claim  88 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high  251 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears  1  99 

Gcd  of  my  life,  whofe  gracious  pow'r  160 

God  moves  in  a  myfterious  way  163 

Gcd  of  my  life,  to  thee  J9<S 

God  only  wife,  almighty,  good  207 

fcjod  is  in  this  and  every  place  234 

God  cjf  all  confutation  take  25J 

Giver  and  guardian  of  my  fleep  265 

kit  comes  !  he  comes !  the  Judge  feverc  J  7 


INDEX, 

Page. 

Happy  foul,  that  free  from  harms  43 

Help,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  fly  68 

Holy  Lamb,  who  thee  receive  77 

How  tedious  and  taftelefs  the  hours  98 

Holy,  and  true,  and  righteous  Lord  ic6 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below  1 13 

Happy  the  man  that  finds  the  grace  1 24 

Happy  the  fouls  to  Jefus  join'd  J  2  5 

He  dies,  the  friend  of  iinners  dies  132 

How  do  thy  mercies  clofe  me  round  14  j 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace  157 

Happy  foul,_thy  days  are  ended  172 

Head  of  the  church  triumphant  175 

Hofannah  to  Jefns  on  high  17S" 

Happy  who  in  jefus  live  179 

How  happy  are  they  202 

How  mail  a  loft  finner  in  pain  2cc 

Hark  !  the  herald-angels  ftng  2:0 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet  249 

Hark  !  how  the  watchmen  cry  2  >  r 

High  on  his  everlafting  throne  262 

Jefu,  let  thy  pitying  eye  24 

Jefu,  if  ftill  the  fame  thou  art  27 

jefus,  if  ftill  thou  art  to-day  29 

Jefu,  lover  of  my  foul  50 

I  want  a  principle  within  48 

jefus,  come,  thou  hope  of  glory  ;o 

Ithirft,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God  ibid. 

Jefus,  thou  all-redeeming  Lord  52 

Infinite,  unexhaufted  love  60 

jefu,  my  ftrength,  ray  hope  66 

jefu,  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend  69 

jefu ,  my  life,  thyfelfappiy  77 


INDEX. 

Pa  of. 

Jefu,  thou  art  our  King  78 

Jefu,  my  truth,  my  way  86 

Jefus,  thou  everlafting  King  Sg 

Jefus,  my  Lord,  attend  93 

Jefus,  front  whom  all  bleffings  flow  1  co 

Jefus,  thy  boundlefs  love  to  me  105 

Jefus  hath  dy'd  that  I  might  live  109 

Jefus  the  all-fuftainin;?  word  112 

Jefus,  Redeemer  of  mankind  1 16 

Jefus,  thy  wandering  fheep  behold  119 

Jefus,  my  all  to  heaven  is  gone  1 39 

I'll  praife  my  Maker  while  I've  breathv  144 

Jefu,  great  Shepherd  of  the  (beep  184. 

Jefu,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee  188 

Jefu,  united  by  thy  grace  189 

Jefus,  accept  the  praife  196 

In  that  fad  memorable  night  219 

Jefu,  at  whofe  fupreme  command  223 

Jefu,  dear  redeeming  Lord  22  j 

Jefu,  vve  thus  obey  ibid. 

I  long  to  behold  him  array'd  230 

Jefus,  Shepherd  of  the  fheep  237 

Jefu,  the  weary  wanderer's  reft  244 

Jefu,  thy  far  extended  fame  247 
In  boundlefs  mercy,  gracious  Lord  appear     274 

l,o !  he  comes  with  clouds  defcending  1 8 

Let  the  world  their  virtue  boall  2f 

I-eader  of  faithful  fouls,  and  guide  55 

Lord,  and  is  thine  anger  gone  58 

Lord,  I  believe  thy  every  word  79 

Love  divine,  all  loves  excelling  80 

Light  of  life,  feraphic  fire  82 

l£X  him  to  whom  w&.opw  belong  83 


INDEX. 

Pace. 

Lo!  in  thy  hand  I  lay  87 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now  96 

Lord,  I  believe  a  reft  remains  107 

Lord  of  the  harveft  hear  1 2 1 

Let  earth  and  heaven  agree  12  j 

Let  every  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak-  134 

Lord  Jefu,  when,  when  lhall  it  be  217 

Let  all  who  truly  bear  220 

Long  have  I  feem'd  to  ferve  thee,  Lord  233 

Lovers  of  pleafure  more  than  God  250 

Lord,  all  I  am  is  known  to  thee  274. 

My  drowfy  pow'rs  why  fleep  ye  £9  42 

Maker,  Saviour  of  mankind  44 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love  49 

My  God !  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine  103 

My  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  thou  1  r  1 

My  God,  I  am  thine  128 

My  God,  the  fpring  of  all  my  joys  134 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love  141 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend  3  £4 

Matter,  I  own  thy  lawful  claim  241 

Now,  even  now,  I  yield,  I  yield  254 

O  for  a  thoufand  tongues  to  fing  $ 

O  love  divine  !  what  haft  thou  done  1 1 

O  that  I  could  repent  23 

O  love  divin?  !  how  fweet  thou  art  3  1 

O  jefus  my  hope  34 

O  thou  that  hear  ft  when  finners  cry  3S 

O  that  I  could  my  Lojrd  receive  39 

O  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft  54 

O  almighty  God  of  love  63 

O  for  a  heart  to  praife  ray  Go4  ~jz 


INDEX. 

©  that  my  load  of  fin  were  gone 

O  thou,  to  whofe  all-fearching  fight 

O  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs  arife 

Of  him  who  did  falvation  bring 

O  joyful  found  of  gofpel-grace 

O  God  of  good  the  unfathom'd  fea. 

O  Jefus,  my  reft 

O  tell  me  no  more 

O  what  (hall  I  do  my  Saviour  to  praife 

O  God  of  all  grace 

O  thou  God  of  my  falvation 

O  thou,  who  this  mvfterious  bread 

O  all  that  pafs  by,  to  Jefus  draw  near 

Oft  I  in  my  heart  have  fa'u} 

O  may  thy  powerful  word 

O  wond'rous  power  of  faithful  prayer 

O  God  mod  merciful  and  true 

O  God  to  whom  in  flefh  reveal'd 

O  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love 

On  all  the  earth  thy  fpirit  mower 

O  that  I  was  as  heretofore 

Oft  have  we  paft  the  guilty  night 

Oh  !   for  a  clofer  walk  with  God 

O  thou  whom  all  thy  faints  adore 

Plung'd  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair 
"Praife  ye  the  Lord  !   'tis  good  to  raife 
Praife  ye  the  Lord,  y'immortal  choirs 
Peace,  troubled  foul,  thou  need'ft,  not  fear 
Peace  be  on  this  houfe  beftow'd 
pierce,  fill  me  with  an  humble  fear 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  king 
Rejoice  for  a  brother  deceas'd 
Kock  of  Ifrael,  delft  for  me 


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Pack. 
228 


INDEX. 

Rejoice  evermore,  with  angels  above 

Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  8 

Sinners,  obey  the  gofpel-word  9 

Stay,  thou  infulted  Spirit,  flay  36 

Saviour,  the  world's  and  mine  52 

Son  of  God,  if  thy  free  grace  57 

Shepherd  divine,  our  wants  relieve.  6$ 

Son  of  God,  thy  blerling  grant  9  <; 

Saviour  of  the  fin-fick  foul  107 

See,  gracious  Lord,  with  pitying  eyes  122 

Salvation!  O  the  joyful  found  149 

Still  for  thy  loving  kindnefs,  Lord  165* 

Soldiers  of  Chriil  arife  i6r> 

Sing  to  the  great  Jehovah's  praife  212 

Stand  the  omnipotent  decree  229 

Saviour  from  fin,  I  wait  to  prove  264 

Say,  which  of  you  would  fee  the  Lord  271 

Shepherds,  rejoice,  lift  up  your  eye*  275 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name  j  1 

Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead  16 

Terrible  thought !  fhall  I  alone  20 

Thou  God  of  glorious  majefty  21 

To  the  haven  of  thy  brealt  37 
Thee  will  I  love,  my  ftrength,  fny  tow'r        59 

The  praying  fpiric  breathe  65 

The  thing  my  God  doth  hate  7  z 
Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whofe  height         74 

Thou  Shepherd  of  Ifrael  and  mine  92 

Thou  great  myfterious  God  unknown  1 10 

Thy  ceafelefs,  unexhaufted  love  \z% 

The  fpacioas  firmament  on  high  136 

1  he  voice  of  my  beloved  founds  137 

The  Lord  of  fabbath  let  us  praife  i\ I 


INDEX. 

Pace. 

The  God  of  Aoraham  praife  i  r  j 

This,  this  is  the  God  we  adore  i  rr 

Tho'  troubles  aflail,  and  dangers  affright  161 

The  Lord  my  pafture  (hall  prepare  163 

'Tis  finim'd,  'tis  done  177 

Try  us,  O  God,  and  fearch  the  ground  1 8^ 

Thou  God  of  truth  and  love              ,  1 86 

The  Lord  of  earth  and  iky  211 
Thy  faithfuinefs,  Lord,  each  moment  I  find  227 

Thou  Son  of  God  vvhofe  flaming  eyes  23  r 

Thou  hidden  God  for  whom  I  groan  235" 

Thou  man  of  griefs  remember  me  236 

Thou  Lamb  of  God,  thou  Prince  of  Peace  243 

Vain,  delufive  world,  adieu  137 

When  rifing  from  the  bed  of  death 
With  glorious  clouds  encompaft  round 
Weary  of  wand'ring  from  my  God 
Why  mould  the  children  of  a  king 
What  now  is  my  ohjeft  and  aim 
When,  gracious  Lord,  when  (hall  it  be 
Whom  man  forfakes  thou  wilt  not  leave 
With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
When  all  the  mercies  of  my  God 
Where  is  my  Cod,  my  joy,  my  hope 
We  lilt  our  hearts  to  thee 
V.  ho  is  this  that  comes  from  far 
Weary  fouls  tnat  wander  wide 
When  quiet  in  my  houfe  I  (it 
Watch'd  by  the  world's  malignant  eye 
Why  net  now,  my  God,  my  God 

Ye  happy  finners  hear 

Ye  heavens  rejoice  in  Jefus's  grace 


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